Friday night...

My mind was in the gutter...And I was good with that...Nothing a few beer's couldn't sort out..Right!

I had good intention's...Just a quick one...I promised to behave...

But me and alchamahol really are not friends...It turn's me into this 'thing'..I can't say I dislike it...I had a fab evening...But .. I seem to think that Im a weapon of mass seduction! Get a few beer's in me..And my confidence rocket's way above it's capabilities!!...Along with my mouth...

I had some very surreal conversations... I recall a man asking me if he could show me something...He said I'd like it... I did..I asked if I could touch it... Sober Milly would NOT have done that...

I made a welsh man cry..Not intentionally I may add...And I did hold him whilst he cried...He even left 'nasal fluid' on my jumper..He said I was 'Lovely'...We sat on a wall and smoked weed and giggled till our sides hurt..

In response to the irish guy who told me he was perfect in every way..."Ya Only perfect if you have a chocolate penis that ejaculates money!!"...

I remember telling one bloke..Who Id caught staring at me several times during the night...but not in a good way...More of a WTF is that kinda way.....I think it was the pint glass thing...That secretly I knew he wanted me..I could tell he was dying to get me into bed...And that he would'nt know what to do with me..

He actually smiled for the first time all night..and brought me a drink..And told me that he thought I was mental..Im not mental really..Im a bit like toblerone..All chocolate and honey to start with,...Then you soon realise im a little bit nutty..

So you see...that's why I don't go out much...Alcohol turn's me into a naughty girl..It's the little voices in my head that stop's me being bad...And even though I know the voices in my head aint real..they do have some pretty good ideas at times..