cold toes.
What sort of time is this to be up? I'm an ACTOR not a binman.
Haha I joke, also I once was a binman (well, naw I wasn't but I got a fiver an hour going around with Stitch's neighbor helping him, was good pocket money, got me out of church an' all. Nae joy baby boy.) an' I'm not really an actor.
I'm up because them nextdoor needed a delivery in but they have to work- times are hard. So I offered meself up. The least I can do considering how paper thin the walls are in these flats an' how many arguments we have or how often we shout at the tv or ahem, other things. In fact I found out about the delivery because I over heard him on the phone* the other day. Doo doo doo. Boring though.
No much else to report on. My filming finished, an' all my extra bits. So that were good. Some guy died though on set it was a proper shame :-/ Horrible accident like. Me and Stitch are no further in flat finding. We're not really looking hard enough maybe, it's quite nice only paying £200 rent a month what covers gas and water and that, cheers government. Shite area but it's not like we're getting any trouble anymore. Also all my mates are being TOOLS and upsetting my boyfriend- which by the way is MY job, not yours. Pppft I'm not being fair, it's prolly not best to ask me my opinion when I'm aware of Stitch waifing around like bloody Ophelia, he's not been this bad since his mam and dad had a barny and didn't talk for three WHOLE days.
Anyway... think that's it for Casa del Sweet. How is everyone? Tell me about your lives. Go on, entertain me.
This bloody delivery better hurry it up.
Keep safe, stay Sweet
xxx
*bit of an exaggeration :P
Haha I joke, also I once was a binman (well, naw I wasn't but I got a fiver an hour going around with Stitch's neighbor helping him, was good pocket money, got me out of church an' all. Nae joy baby boy.) an' I'm not really an actor.
I'm up because them nextdoor needed a delivery in but they have to work- times are hard. So I offered meself up. The least I can do considering how paper thin the walls are in these flats an' how many arguments we have or how often we shout at the tv or ahem, other things. In fact I found out about the delivery because I over heard him on the phone* the other day. Doo doo doo. Boring though.
No much else to report on. My filming finished, an' all my extra bits. So that were good. Some guy died though on set it was a proper shame :-/ Horrible accident like. Me and Stitch are no further in flat finding. We're not really looking hard enough maybe, it's quite nice only paying £200 rent a month what covers gas and water and that, cheers government. Shite area but it's not like we're getting any trouble anymore. Also all my mates are being TOOLS and upsetting my boyfriend- which by the way is MY job, not yours. Pppft I'm not being fair, it's prolly not best to ask me my opinion when I'm aware of Stitch waifing around like bloody Ophelia, he's not been this bad since his mam and dad had a barny and didn't talk for three WHOLE days.
Anyway... think that's it for Casa del Sweet. How is everyone? Tell me about your lives. Go on, entertain me.
This bloody delivery better hurry it up.
Keep safe, stay Sweet
xxx
*bit of an exaggeration :P