Tonight is the final time (this Christmas anyway) the CCHS girls will be reunited in Chelmsford for a heavy night of drinking and outrageous behaviour. Missoula have promised me it won't cost more than £5 to get in and I will be holding them to this. Even if it means refusing to move until I get to talk to someone from management. I'm bare excites, as us Essiiixx girls might say. I've even bought a new dress and new eyelashes for the occasion. THAT EXCITED. Missoula is only licensed until 3am tonight, which makes me super duper happy because I'm old now and the thought of staying out until six makes me feel physically sick. But I gather we're leaving for town at 9pm, so we'll still get a good 6 hours out. Don't get me wrong, I love a good night out in York, but I go out in York a lot and its sort of just become the usual thing to do. It doesn't feel all that special anymore. But in Essex, going out is always a special occasion, because we rarely get to see each other. Getting ready to go out in Essex is also more of an event than it is in York. Fake tan, fake nails, fake eyelashes, fake boobs, fake hair. (No one in Essex looks like their actual self on a Wednesday night). Anyway, I can't wait for 6pm to roll around. See you Bitches later!
NB The title is a piss take. I would never be caught writing like this anymore.
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