Faith moans at parties.

A couple of days ago, I went to a sort of acquaintance gathering, and the product of that was letting one of my other friends down by not spending the day with him when he, unbeknownst to me, missed an important plan to do so, and a bank-breaking taxi home 3 minutes after the last bus. On the plus side, my 99p Ebay jumper arrived and, as you can see from this incredibly informative photograph (which pretty much sums up my night) it has some radical mountains and wooden houses on it. I wish I could live there, tangled somewhere in that 70s woolen cabin. Over and out.

Me falling out of a window. What a night