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Graffiti spotted in the glorious, monkish cubbyhole I found in the library today to do my aggressively horrible writing: "Chris's mum is the coldest in bed and his little brother sucks his dick".
Why on earth did you need to make your insults so precise, anonymous dickhead?
(Also achieved today: monster toothache, some new eye shadow powders, some velvet for a thing, some needles, why-are-rabbit-furs-£12-each-they-used-to-be-£5, accidentally running into the Klein's clearance thing while they move to a new premises on D'Arblay street SELF REMEMBER THIS AND DO NOT FREAK OUT WHEN YOU CAN'T FIND THEM IN FUTURE, 6,000+ words of gibberish, and one long protracted whine about being cold and feeling fucking ill.
Reference: I am fucking ill I am apparently never going to stop feeling fucking ill but at least I will see Biko on Monday evening and make noises about my tattoo.)
Why on earth did you need to make your insults so precise, anonymous dickhead?
(Also achieved today: monster toothache, some new eye shadow powders, some velvet for a thing, some needles, why-are-rabbit-furs-£12-each-they-used-to-be-£5, accidentally running into the Klein's clearance thing while they move to a new premises on D'Arblay street SELF REMEMBER THIS AND DO NOT FREAK OUT WHEN YOU CAN'T FIND THEM IN FUTURE, 6,000+ words of gibberish, and one long protracted whine about being cold and feeling fucking ill.
Reference: I am fucking ill I am apparently never going to stop feeling fucking ill but at least I will see Biko on Monday evening and make noises about my tattoo.)