Invaders must die.
Money. Money money money.
Credit card applied for. Emergencey tax = £300 odd p/m so far. Tax rebate expected AFTER xmas. Council tax overcharged, need to ring & scream Monday. TV license on Monday. Income support = £40.00. Fucking tiny. No money left in overdraft. Ran out of food. Cried. Mum, also skint, bought some basic supplies, but included dohnuts & peanuts & yoghurts. So, so grateful but too stubborn to ask. Too much, too expensive. Gorgeous flat but too much. Too fucking much.
BUT! Have passed assessment & telephone interview for UK's safest bank. Fingers crossed for face-to-face. Quit college. Bang education, too hard on one wage - extortionate tax.
Ruhh. Ruhh ruhh ruhh russs.
After xmas, At 6, asked not to be angry. No more. Gimme more drugs. Gimme more drugs. GIMME moar. Money for mum's house. Questions/answers. Hatehatehate but not hate, love? No love. Bond? No.
SEX.
Yo momma, yo daddy, your sister's a hoe.
*deepthroat gag*
Cyber. Cybercybercyber. OUT-OF-SPACE.
*psytrance dance* ----- has Predator fanatsies/has several fuck buddies -----
"Playing the field vs serious relation" = why not have both?
Work. Come, give me some drugs.
FUCK OFF.