GUYS. GUUUUUYYYYYYYS.
I tried writing an actual entry with proper-like sentences, and I'm like 'huh'?
And grammar's like 'bitch, c'mon'
and I'm like 'DUDE, see, I'm like, done with everything', and then I was attacked
and I was like
and then I realised I've held it together for the past six weeks by NOT THINKING ABOUT IT MUCH, and then today I've just kind of existed long enough to pack my sister's (leopard print, oh my god why) travel case which I've borrowed, with clothes that hopefully won't make me look too much like an actual pickle when I'm in the Camelot Beef Sandwich. My arse is good and ready to settle for a weekend visit on the couch of the gorgeous and gracious
nu_breed and
vileseagulls , and Ive packed all the spare knickers I'm gonna need because proximity to Bradley Fucking James is nothing to dry about, and then I realised.
THEN I REALISED THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING AND I HAD TO
DEAR SWEET BABY LAMBS asdfghjklasdfghjklasdfghjklasdfghbnfg;aoaghkjfhnalekqrjabfjfb faghsjnv jahd ajghdf ljhf j
I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO DO BUT GET ON THE PLANE TO SYDNEY, HELP ME, MY FACE IS OFF TO ITS APPOINTMENT WITH BRADLEY'S ARMPIT
WISH ME LUUUUUUUUUUUCK OH MY GOD YOU GUISE, OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT AM I DOING
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