Wow, & i've royally fucked it up.
I'm really fucking exhausted, & i should go to bed, but i'm being pestered to go out tonight... which i shouldn't do becuase i have to be on the train early tomorrow. I really want something to eat as well, but hmmm.. lets see. As usual there is fucking nothing to eat in this fucking house.
In case you didn't get it, I'm in a shit mood.
Why?
You don't give a fuck, but too bad.
Eh, i can't be bothered talking about it. I do this alot don't I?
Anyway, jist is, Nelson is pissed at me. Fucking joyfull.
Oh well, what-the-fuck-ever dude.
I'm too shitty, so let's talk about something good. like... Um... Oh, i havent had a ciggarette for like 3 weeks. That's good, right? Someone tell me it's good. Please. Right now i could kill for some nicotine.
Michael News: Did lots of tests, they are pretty sure he can feel stuff in his legs. However, his bowel is fucked and he has to have one of those colastomy bag things? don't know wether that is temp or permenant.
It's depressing as hell though.
Oh, and i also lost 90 bucks somewhere, don't ask where or how becuase fucked if i know. Not very impressed though.
fuck this, i want some food. I'm going out.
Later kids.