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Who Needs LA when you have BLS?
I made the mistake of walking from the station at 9pm last night. I was about half way there when 4 men aged approx 23-24 stopped me and demanded that I rang up my friends and told them to meet all the boys down at Brighton Le Sands beach so they could prove ‘what they are made of’ I asked politely if I may pass so I could continue on my way without any trouble, I didn’t want to aggravate the situation any further. They refused and continued on with the boasting and threats, herald by p-platers driving past us beeping their horn at them. When I thought I was never to get home, the helicopter that flies over my suburb and shines its spotlight along the streets found us and the men backed off. The helicopter, my guardian, then continued to check up on me until I rounded the corner onto my street. Out the front of my house were 12 youths being issued warnings by 2 police cars. The p-platers who drove past didn’t like this and bottles were thrown at the police, smashing against their cars and my fence.
My kitten Harry somehow managed to eat jesus out the of the nativity set my mother owned.
I received some xmas presents on Saturday:
A khaki army style dress, a massive black, white and pink bag and He-man and She-ra: the Christmas Special on dvd.
I also bought myself the Suicide Girls dvd.
”You put down that telephone, you’re not calling anyone, you’re not going anywhere…”