 the crazy things we done. The more I thought about it, the more memories came flooding back and I decided that this blog has been a little too sad/awkward so far and anyone reading must think I’ve had a whole bunch of horrible experiences. It’s about time I chronicled the peaks of my journey so far and this guy is definitely a peak. In fact, I almost peak myself just thinking about him.

We met in a field. I was there “camping” with friends. There were no tents. Our trip basically involved trekking into a little patch of woodland on a farm outside of town and getting really drunk/high and having sex round a badly made campfire. It was surprisingly fun. I hadn’t been for a few months because I had actually fallen pregnant there, made it nearly three months into the pregnancy and miscarried. The dad wanted nothing to do with me and I hadn’t told my mum. So instead of facing up to the tragedy and going to hospital, I decided that going back and getting high in conception field was a better idea. I was clearly a child genius.

I hated the entire night. I hadn’t been around for months, I didn’t feel like I belonged anymore and I secretly resented everyone around the campfire for not being a little more sensitive to my situation. I was just a little ball of anger in the corner, curled up in a giant “goth” hoodie and unable to even look at the bush in which I had regretfully created life in a drunken fumble. I was starting to see this entire thing for what it really was. Irresponsible and moronic. That’s when he showed up. He looked like an angel in the firelight. He was ballsy and arrogant yet he noticed right away that I wasn’t right. He was the only person that night to ask me if I was ok and he was the only one I hadn’t met before. Don’t get me wrong, he was hardly playing the role of my saviour but there was something about him, beyond the air of arrogance, that just drew me in. I could tell that he also hated the whole “drinking in the woods” scene. At one point he asked me to go home with him but I said no, having just suffered the consequences of losing the only good thing to come out of my last drunken encounter.

Everyone got drunk and stripped to their pants except me. There
the crazy things we done. The more I thought about it, the more memory came flood back and I decided that this blog has been a little besides sad / awkward so far and anyone recitation must intend I ’ve had a unharmed bunch of horrible experience. It ’s about time I chronicled the bill of my journey so far and this guy is definitely a peak. In fact, I almost peak myself merely thinking about him. 

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 Everyone got drunk and strip to their pants except me. There
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WE Met in a field. I waS there “CaMPiNG” WitH frIends. There WeRe no tENts. Our tRIp BASIcaLLy involved treKking into a lITtlE patch Of WooDLand on A farm OuTSidE of town and gEttiNg really dRunk/hiGH and havINg sex roUnd a baDly MadE camPFiRe. it wAs SUrpRIsIngLY fuN. I hadn’t bEeN fOr a feW monTHS BEcauSe I Had aCtualLy fallen pregnAnt TherE, MadE it neArly tHree MoNths iNto the PregnAnCy and miscarried. the dAd wanted nOthInG to Do With mE And I haDn’t TolD my mum. SO insteaD Of fAcING Up To the tragedy and goiNg TO HoSpital, I dEcided THaT gOIng back aNd GetTing HIGh in cOncePTiOn field wAs a betTEr IdEa. I was cLeArly a cHiLd gEniUs.

I haTEd thE entirE night. I hAdn’t bEEn around for monTHs, I didn’t feel lIKe i BElONged AnyMore and I secRetlY ReseNted EVeRyoNE arouNd the CaMPfIRe for not being a littlE mOre senSitivE to my situatioN. I was just a LITTle ball oF angER iN The corner, curleD up in A giant “goth” HOodie and UnablE to even lOok at the bUSH in which i haD reGreTfuLLY cReated life in a DRUnkeN fUmble. I wAs sTarting To sEe tHis EntIrE thing for What it reAlLy WaS. IRreSponsIBle and moRoNic. thAt’s When hE Showed Up. He lOokeD lIkE An aNgel in tHE fIREligHt. he Was bAllSy And arRogaNT yeT he notiCed right aWay THat I WaSn’T right. HE was the only peRsOn that nighT tO asK me if I WAS ok and he Was the only one I hadn’t met bEFore. Don’T geT me wrOng, hE was hardlY plAying tHe rOLe of my SaviouR but tHeRe wAS SometHINg AboUt Him, beyond tHE Air Of arrOgAnce, That jusT drew me in. I could telL ThaT he also hated tHe wHole “DRInKinG In THe wOoDS” scENE. At one point he asKed me to go hOmE WiTh him but I sAId nO, hAving juSt suffeRed thE ConsequEnces of loSing the onLy Good THIng To come out oF my last dRunken encOUnter.

eVeRyone Got Drunk aNd StrIpped To theiR PanTs excEpt me. THeRe
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We met in a fie ld. Iwa s t h ere “c ampin g” wit h friends.Ther e were no  tents .  Our tr i p basic ally i nvo lve d tr e kk in g i nt o  al it tle pat ch of wo od la nd on  a f a r m outs ide  oftownand getting r eal ly d r unk /high  andhavi ng  sexrounda bad ly  made campfire.  Itwas surpr isi ng lyfu n. Ih adn’tbee n f or a fe w month s  be ca u s e  I  had actually fall en p re gnant th ere, m a de  i t  nearlyth ree  mon t h s int o th e  p regnancy  and m i sc ar ried. T he  dad w an ted  no thing to d o with  me andI had n ’t told my mum .  So instead o f  f a c in g  uptothe tragedy  and goin g to ho spi t al, I  deci de d  t h at going back and g et ting h igh i n conceptionfield wasa b etter id ea.I  w a s clearly a ch ild g enius.

Ih ated the  enti re night . I hadn’ t been aro und  fo r m ont h s ,I didn’t feel l ikeIbelonge d a nymoreand  Isec ret ly  resented  everyon ear ou nd  th e cam p fire for  n otbe ing  a li t tle mo re se nsit iv et o m y situa t io n .  I w as  j usta l it tle b allo f a nger in  the corn er, curl ed  u p in agiant “goth”ho odie and u na ble  to ev e n  look at  the bush in which I ha d  regret ful ly cr eate d life in  adrunke n f u mble.I wasstart in g t o see t h i sent ir e thing fo r wha t itre ally  was. I rresponsible and m o ron ic. That’s wh enhe s h o we d u p .H e l oo k edl i ke an angel inthe fireli gh t .He was bal l syan d arrog ant yet  he n o ticed r ight away  that I w as n’tr i ght . He was t he onlyperson th a t nig h tto as k m e if I  w asok an d he w a s t he on ly one  I  hadn’ t met  b efore. D on’t get me wrong, he w as har dly p lay ing the r ole ofmy saviou r bu t there wa s s ome thing  ab o ut hi m, b e yo ndt he ai r of arrogance ,  t hat j us t drew me i n . I c ouldtel l  thathe a lso hated the who l e “drinking in  the w ood s”s cene .At one point h e a sk e d  me to g ohome with h im but I  s a id no , havi ng jus t suffe r e dt he con sequ enc es of los ing  t h e onlygo od thingto c om e outof myl astd r unken encounter. 

Eve r y one g o t d runkan d strip p ed t o their pa nts exceptme. Th ere
 the_crazy things_we done. The more_I thought_about_it, the_more_memories came flooding_back and I_decided that this blog_has been a_little_too sad/awkward so far and anyone reading must think I’ve had a whole bunch_of_horrible experiences._It’s_about_time I chronicled the peaks_of my journey so far_and this_guy is definitely a peak. In fact, I_almost_peak myself just_thinking about him.

We met in a field. I was_there “camping” with friends. There were_no tents. Our_trip_basically_involved trekking into a_little patch of woodland on a_farm outside of town and getting_really drunk/high and having sex round a_badly made campfire. It was surprisingly_fun. I hadn’t been for_a few_months because I had actually_fallen pregnant there,_made it_nearly three months_into the pregnancy and miscarried. The_dad wanted nothing_to do with me and I_hadn’t_told my mum._So_instead_of facing_up to the_tragedy_and going_to_hospital, I decided that going back_and_getting high in conception field was a_better idea. I was_clearly_a child genius.

I hated_the entire night. I hadn’t_been around for months, I didn’t_feel like_I belonged_anymore and I secretly resented everyone around the campfire for not_being a little more sensitive to_my situation. I was_just a_little_ball of anger_in_the corner,_curled up in a giant “goth” hoodie_and unable_to even look at the bush_in which I had_regretfully_created life in a drunken fumble._I was starting to see this_entire thing for what it_really_was._Irresponsible and moronic. That’s when_he showed up. He looked like_an angel in_the firelight. He was ballsy and arrogant_yet_he noticed right away that I_wasn’t_right. He was the only person_that_night_to ask me if I_was ok and he was the_only one I hadn’t met before. Don’t get me_wrong, he was_hardly playing the role of_my_saviour_but there was something about him, beyond the air of_arrogance, that_just drew me_in. I could tell that he also hated the whole_“drinking in the woods” scene. At one_point he asked me to go home with him but I_said no, having just suffered the consequences of_losing the only good thing to come_out of my last_drunken_encounter.

Everyone got drunk and stripped to their_pants_except_me._There