Emotionally and physically drained
Been a hard few days,my head is splitting but Im pretty much lookin forward to tomorrow night,and enjoying myself properly and lettin go.Im completely saturdated of any energy,I couldnt sleep for the last few nights,due to being over tired.I really want to see Karac tonight,and be happy and energetic but all I want to do is have a soak in the bath.Maybe hel get in it with me!lol.
Ive no news,Im sittin here countin the minutes till I get out,its just after 4,only four hours left of this absolute bull.I went to Rachels after work last night,and she had this pamper evening planned,basically she went to the chemist and bought evrything I needed,like a face mask,hot oil treatment for my hair,special stuff to make it curly and did my nails and curled my hair.I was just pampered,felt great cause I dont really look after myself that well sometimes.Then Karac called as I was chewing about with my insomnia,we chatted for a bit but I was nodding off,I think hes up for meetin up tonight,I hope he is.Im in one of those moods where I just want to be cuddled.
Im going to tell that imbosil band I went for on Monday to go and rewrite their own fucking songs and add that in future they never hand someone taht type of garbage.
Lyrics go like this ; "Front page story!Whats the jackanory! Read all about it!"
But everything rhymes.I mean,everything,it was 20 songs of just rhymes,no theme,or feeling just a basic four line verse,brisge and chorus.You dont always need a bridge or a chorus!!Fuckin morans.Ive almost had it,but I havnt,Im gettin so frustrated until..Groove Paul calls and says hey foxy chick come jam with me,wel use our power of funk to blast those kids away and I say yeh.Cause beggars cant be choosers.
And cheers to all who said Happy Birthday! Meant alot to me!!! xxxxx
Ive no news,Im sittin here countin the minutes till I get out,its just after 4,only four hours left of this absolute bull.I went to Rachels after work last night,and she had this pamper evening planned,basically she went to the chemist and bought evrything I needed,like a face mask,hot oil treatment for my hair,special stuff to make it curly and did my nails and curled my hair.I was just pampered,felt great cause I dont really look after myself that well sometimes.Then Karac called as I was chewing about with my insomnia,we chatted for a bit but I was nodding off,I think hes up for meetin up tonight,I hope he is.Im in one of those moods where I just want to be cuddled.
Im going to tell that imbosil band I went for on Monday to go and rewrite their own fucking songs and add that in future they never hand someone taht type of garbage.
Lyrics go like this ; "Front page story!Whats the jackanory! Read all about it!"
But everything rhymes.I mean,everything,it was 20 songs of just rhymes,no theme,or feeling just a basic four line verse,brisge and chorus.You dont always need a bridge or a chorus!!Fuckin morans.Ive almost had it,but I havnt,Im gettin so frustrated until..Groove Paul calls and says hey foxy chick come jam with me,wel use our power of funk to blast those kids away and I say yeh.Cause beggars cant be choosers.
And cheers to all who said Happy Birthday! Meant alot to me!!! xxxxx