I have nothing interesting to say, so here’s my mug

Here, have my wee mug.

So glad Dani’s always late, because I’ve only just got clothes on and we were meant to meet 15 minutes ago. Woo

AHAJHAHJAJAHHAHAJAJAJAJAH

OH MY FUCKING GOD I AM GOING TO SHIT

I am fucking STUNNIN, mate

Getting ready hammered is HARD. Standard drunk pose.

Hellllllllo, tights for Saturday.

I actually feel sexy for once.

PUNK POP GURLY~ \m/

It’s trampy day.

Oh, this is me in costume, looking nothing like me, since I don’t have my usual mass of unbrushed hair.
You can’t really see my costume, but it’s actually dead hot for Victorian dress.

Hello, I’m Charlotte and welcome to Meth Whores UK!

I dunno lol

Look like a fucking dirt rat, but face update.

Next time you consider finding me attractive, please bare this in mind:

• This is what I look like sans make-up
• Today I ate so much I vomited
• I then proceeded to take pictures of said vomit and send them to Scott

This has been a public announcement.

I went to the shop in Papa Farr’s coat.
Ridiculous.

Looking like a sleepy heifer in Papa Farr’s old trackies and jumper. The trackies are hilariously huge and make pools of material around my ankles. CAWFEE TIME.

Dan just uploaded this photo of me to Facebook. Only a few months ago, but it looks NOTHING like me now. Weeeyurd.
I have meat on my hands.