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Today while I was waiting outside my house for a bus, this car with two teenage boys in it drove past while the passenger rolled down the window and shouted "FAT SLAG!" at me. They sped off in hyserics, they were that cool. Because I'd stormed out the house in a bad mood anyway, my mum came out and asked what my problem was (the original problem was that i had to fucking get away from her and the way she treats me with such little respect). So. Instead of telling the truth I told her about this incident, to which she disappeared, then came with her car to pick me up. She was ANGRY. Funnily enough, the car came back round- I imagine to give me another shouting at if I was still standing there. Instead my mum screamed out her window: "WAAAAAAAAANNNNNNKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!" before chasing them round my estate. They ended up overtaking this car and speeding off, they were shit scared of us. Fucking pretty boy pussies! Honestly, the youth of today.
The look on their faces when my mum shouted at them though. Pure gold. ^_^ I guess mums are fucking cool sometimes.
I wish I was at Leeds fest. :( By the way ingeee- I got your text, but I have like zero pence on my phone. Glad to hear you got home okay! xxxx
p.s happy 40th birthday Tori Amos! (yes I know she won't be reading this)
p.p.s. i'm turning into one of those lame NME reader garage rock lovers. well maybe not, but i love that song by jet. shite.