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Work is dull as shit, buuuut internet caff means if its quiet I just jump on line.
The music is so shit in here, I think the only radio station we get is SpakkerFM; Easy listening for the mentally challenged.
But you know when you have one of those days where every fuckin' song relates back to you in some proper shit cheesy way but cause you're all wanky you're like AGH MY HEART! over it? Its been like that.
We've had Behind Blue Eyes, Don't Speak, Unfaithful, Big girls don’t Cry (!) ,Hurt... Now its Foundations by Kate Nash an I've had enough, so I've changed the lyrics so it really IS REALLY about me an Stitches and its ALL GOIN TO BE FINE.
Thursday night,
everything's fine,
An’ yep you've got that look in your eyes,
Like when I'm telling a story
And you find it boring but you cant think of nuthin’ to say.
You'll go along with me then I’ll drop it
And we’ll go out drinkin’ wiv all of our friends.
Then I'll use that voice, to my annoyance
And say something like
"God you are so beautiful, darling, are you wanting to head home then?"
Then you call me your bitch and everyone we're with will laugh their socks off,
but I don't give a shit.
My fingertips are holding onto the
Buttons on your blazer,
and I want to do them up but
You say I can't.
And every time we fight I know it will be alright,
every time that your upset I’ll make you smile
You know you should let me, but you can't.
You said I must’ve eaten all of kitkats,
'cause I smell like biscuits.
I said "I'd rather eat out your mum, mate”,
And you went BALISTIC
Yes it was childish
and you got aggressive
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it makes me laugh to wind you up.
My fingertips are holding onto the
Buttons on your blazer,
and I want to do them up but
You say I can't.
And every time we fight I know it will be alright,
every time that your upset I’ll make you smile
You know you should let me, but you can't.
Your face is pasty,
'Cause you've gone and got so wasted,
what a surprise,
And look at this so have I,
I think I’m gonna be sick.
I’ve gone and got sick on my trainers,
You only cleaned them Yesterday.
Oh my gosh, I cannot believe I’ve done this.
But it will all be alright in the mornin',
And wasn’t it nice when the heating turned on
and dear God, I hope that I am stuck with this one.
My fingertips are holding onto the
Buttons on your blazer,
and I want to do them up but
You say I can't.
And every time we fight I know it will be alright,
every time that your upset I’ll make you smile
You know you should let me, but you can't.
And every time we fight I know it will be alright,
every time that your upset I’ll make you smile
You know you should let me, but you can't.
Yeah! So! I've dragged meself kickin an screamin out of this emo faggotry that seem's to have taken over Pete Towers recently an am FINE, just so you know, no more worried messages please, I dont need any more fuckin encouragement like. Im a big boy and all that jazz.
There's some poor twat in here tryin to get into porn, it comes up on the main computer an I'm supposed to chuck him out but I dont have the heart, hahahah! I can IM all the screens in there, and he’s number 14, so you think I should? It don’t come up where my IM is from I could be like “Hey there, hansome! 24, blonde hair, blue eyes, wanna chat?”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA Im gonna do it anyway!
Wont be in tonight…goin to see a man about a dog, and wont be in Friday night… going to Essex I think wiv Mitch, Spencer an Lee to have words wiv some cunt that’s knocked up Spenc’s sister (what? Violence is never the answer granted… but… WHAT? Lol whyyyy am I even defendin meself to you you know what I am.)
So STAY SWEET AND KEEP SAFE yeah?
Yeah.
See a few of you Saturday anyway, Ok? And yeah, Got a text from Stitches, he’s gone to his mams, but I’m sure he sends you love as well.
Pete x