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The left-over birthday cake in my fridge is officially done. My dad and I finished it today while watching The God Complex - seriously a fine episode - and dipping chicken nuggets in plum sauce. He's unemployed at the moment, which is just the fucking tip of the iceberg, as my mum literally just got a job - a week before my dad lost his.
This economy, I tell you.
Meanwhile Jocelyn's out swimming and getting qualifications which is lovely, a lot of house time for me. I fucking adore being in this big suburban home by myself. I don't get anything done, but it means I can blare either a. Glee or b. Chameleon Circuit (got STILL GOT LEGS for the birthday from my dad and needless to say it's freaking amazing) to the highest heights.
Raise high them roof beams Trockers and all that Salinger Who.
I also got a PIZZA John Green shirt, which I've been pining after longer than Kim Kardashian was married, which in my life is a long freaking period of time.
My mum's blaring Evanescense really loud and whistling along right now which is just as annoying as it sounds. I'm seconds away from putting in the headphones. Okay, fuck it.
My writing kind of suggests that I'm upset but I'm really not. The Amy Lee blaring from across the hall is the only thing I would change about my situation at the moment. Although I wouldn't mind it if I had put some socks on before I went into bed. Or if I had Grant Gustin lying next to me. That'd be nice.
Best wishes!
THE FAULT IN OUR STARS in 4 days :D
This economy, I tell you.
Meanwhile Jocelyn's out swimming and getting qualifications which is lovely, a lot of house time for me. I fucking adore being in this big suburban home by myself. I don't get anything done, but it means I can blare either a. Glee or b. Chameleon Circuit (got STILL GOT LEGS for the birthday from my dad and needless to say it's freaking amazing) to the highest heights.
Raise high them roof beams Trockers and all that Salinger Who.
I also got a PIZZA John Green shirt, which I've been pining after longer than Kim Kardashian was married, which in my life is a long freaking period of time.
My mum's blaring Evanescense really loud and whistling along right now which is just as annoying as it sounds. I'm seconds away from putting in the headphones. Okay, fuck it.
My writing kind of suggests that I'm upset but I'm really not. The Amy Lee blaring from across the hall is the only thing I would change about my situation at the moment. Although I wouldn't mind it if I had put some socks on before I went into bed. Or if I had Grant Gustin lying next to me. That'd be nice.
Best wishes!
THE FAULT IN OUR STARS in 4 days :D