i've got a big fat fucking bone to pick with you
On Friday night I got abusive texts from an ex boyfriend telling me I was stuck up, always whinging, unappreciative of life, and, to clinch the deal, a 'freak'. On earlier occasions he said I 'messed around men' and was desperate. Soyeah. I must have been desperate to go anywhere near you darling!
And in a totally unrelated incident, I smashed my nearly new swanky expensive camera phone on the floor of Waitrose on Saturday morning. So on the down side I have to use an old sim card in a telephone that closely resembles a plastic brick. But on the plus side, I can no longer receive texts from that bitter, inspid bit of pond scum I call my ex boyfriend. SEE, I can find silver linings!
Please answer this question.. WHY is it, that if you catch ten minutes of any ITV crime drama, such as A Touch Of Frost, Taggart or other programme of similar persuasion, that it is impossible to turn off, and imperitive that you watch the whole two hour bloody thing to find out who spiked upcoming footballer Adie's glucose drink with Methadone. Or something. I could have done a lot in two hours!
Finally, it's my friend's 21st tomorrow, I bought him a glow in the dark playmobil ghost, a metal spud gun and some top trumps. None of that key bullshit. Word.
And I quit Xanga! So long bastard Xangans!
And in a totally unrelated incident, I smashed my nearly new swanky expensive camera phone on the floor of Waitrose on Saturday morning. So on the down side I have to use an old sim card in a telephone that closely resembles a plastic brick. But on the plus side, I can no longer receive texts from that bitter, inspid bit of pond scum I call my ex boyfriend. SEE, I can find silver linings!
Please answer this question.. WHY is it, that if you catch ten minutes of any ITV crime drama, such as A Touch Of Frost, Taggart or other programme of similar persuasion, that it is impossible to turn off, and imperitive that you watch the whole two hour bloody thing to find out who spiked upcoming footballer Adie's glucose drink with Methadone. Or something. I could have done a lot in two hours!
Finally, it's my friend's 21st tomorrow, I bought him a glow in the dark playmobil ghost, a metal spud gun and some top trumps. None of that key bullshit. Word.
And I quit Xanga! So long bastard Xangans!