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you lucky beasts. i'm updating. but boycotting capital letters. i'm having an off day with my shift button, but all will return to normal tomorrow. or whenever i can be bothered to act/be intelligent. yes.
some stupidstupidstupid [i'm boycotting the space bar too, kinda] bloke from faceparty added me lastnight. he kept asking why i wouldn't meet up with him for sex. apparently, meeting up with random people from the net for sex, several times, doesn't make you a slut. i beg to differ. i told him if he was looking for a cheap lay then he was a bit screwed. or not, as the case may be. i told him that i thought it was actually a 57 year old perv. then he blocked me and deleted me. harsh :(
me and jack started designing my tattoo this afternoon, except, we got bored and stopped. i still need to design it though. davey said he'd do it, but has never actually got round to doing it. at this rate, it'll be "ghey" in big block capital letters. Because that's what i am. harhar.
this morning, i was full of rage because of elenas dad. he's a woofta. and then i went to work, and got cold and wet, and paid! but i didn't buy any mother day goodness because i'm fucking stupid. i'm planning something though, and it's going to be amazinglikewoah.
alistair phoned me this afternoon. he was sad, because he missed me. i wish i could say i hadn't given him a second thought since he got all ilovecharlotte on my ass. but i did think about him. not yesterday though, nononono. he's coming over for a boxing match on monday, i threatened to beat his ass, but as most blokes do, he said that he'd win. we'll see, oh yes. i have boxing gloves and everything. [imagine in capital letters] real ones. not that you can get fakes ones but whatever.
The rest of this evening is going to be spent showering and making myself look/smell/be nice. i didn't shower today because i've been ohso busy. and then i'm expecting a phone call, and then i'm making a phone call.
EXOH! oh em gee capitals! x
you lucky beasts. i'm updating. but boycotting capital letters. i'm having an off day with my shift button, but all will return to normal tomorrow. or whenever i can be bothered to act/be intelligent. yes.
some stupidstupidstupid [i'm boycotting the space bar too, kinda] bloke from faceparty added me lastnight. he kept asking why i wouldn't meet up with him for sex. apparently, meeting up with random people from the net for sex, several times, doesn't make you a slut. i beg to differ. i told him if he was looking for a cheap lay then he was a bit screwed. or not, as the case may be. i told him that i thought it was actually a 57 year old perv. then he blocked me and deleted me. harsh :(
me and jack started designing my tattoo this afternoon, except, we got bored and stopped. i still need to design it though. davey said he'd do it, but has never actually got round to doing it. at this rate, it'll be "ghey" in big block capital letters. Because that's what i am. harhar.
this morning, i was full of rage because of elenas dad. he's a woofta. and then i went to work, and got cold and wet, and paid! but i didn't buy any mother day goodness because i'm fucking stupid. i'm planning something though, and it's going to be amazinglikewoah.
alistair phoned me this afternoon. he was sad, because he missed me. i wish i could say i hadn't given him a second thought since he got all ilovecharlotte on my ass. but i did think about him. not yesterday though, nononono. he's coming over for a boxing match on monday, i threatened to beat his ass, but as most blokes do, he said that he'd win. we'll see, oh yes. i have boxing gloves and everything. [imagine in capital letters] real ones. not that you can get fakes ones but whatever.
The rest of this evening is going to be spent showering and making myself look/smell/be nice. i didn't shower today because i've been ohso busy. and then i'm expecting a phone call, and then i'm making a phone call.
EXOH! oh em gee capitals! x