and i was just thinking...

My name is Lilian Chase Mae.

Only two L's in Lilian please.

I am almost 20.

And i'm 5'10.

Fucking tall, i know.

You can call me an alcholic.

But i call it a damn good time.

I hate hand cream.

I love takeout.

I'm a fan of coffee.

I don't do mornings.

I prefer the nights.

To be fair,

I'm a wishful thinking.

With the worst intentions.

I talk shit.

And fake my smiles too much.

I'm often bored.

And waste my hours on the internet.

I love the nights that turn into mornings.

And my friends that are now my family.

I am so messy it isn't even funny any more.

To be honest i just want to fall in love.

And be happy.

Sad.

But true.

I am a sucker for music.

Scream me a love song please.

I could go on like this forever.

Told you i shit talk.

You don't have Cobra Starship? What kind of fucking club is this?

so this week has been a funny old week.
as most of weeks seem to be.
but especially this week.
think the three day bender did if for me to be fair.
day one. smart price red wine alone.
day two. local with the best. followed by jager with the best.
day three. town with the best.
and now after my binge i am left looking like a washed up amy winehouse
if only i could pull off this look and a ten foot high beehive.
life would be fabulous.
actually not a washed up winehouse.
winehouse on a good day.
anyway special k and a book time.
go team *high five* [Napoleon style arm drag]
haha i love it.x

for the first time

its finally just clicked into place.
i had a lucky fucking escape.
i much prefer my life this way.
intresting.
more than just pissing money up a wall.
very intresting indeed.
real update later after i've done my law essay.
and eaten with my wife.x

friends dont let friends dial drunk

for the third time today.
i will finally write something.
i have been alone with my thoughts today.
never really a good thing post breakup.
it is said you take something from every failed relationship.
from this one i'm taking away never say 'lets talk',
he thinks it means breakup.
and also (double takeaways, awesome) never say 'lets talk' when he's intoxicated.
he thinks it means yell breakup down the phone.
so yes ladies and gentleman,
i have been once again tossed into the single pile.
the girls allowed me to lick my wounds over copious amounts of red wine last night.
it was my downfall.
i expected to feel right as rain now.
but i feel this is just a temporary glitch, I'll be fine tomorrow.
other news, licking wounds over two bottles of wine can also result in agreeing to fix ups.
oh my.
don't worry, when the 12 units of alcohol left my body i almost instantly regretted sending the text.
Dr pepper, what's the worst that could happen.
Quite a few songs seem to allow there lyrics to relate to me today.
Yes it's one of those days too.
Thought of the day...fill up days with lots of things to do, therefore i will have no time for thinking.
plan.

2008

2008.
new years resolutions.
1. diet.
2. join gym.
3. curve spending.
4. have positive hardworking attitude.
5. text less/more depends on the situation.
and i can safely say i have broken all of these already.
those who know me.
knew this would happen.
those who didn't.
well it wasn't rocket science