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baby please come home...
ok... so im packed... kinda...
i THINK i've packed my mobile charger... but i might not have done... so now i need to look through my suitcase (which isnt a pretty sight) to make sure
i dont want to go back... i never want to go back right?
but i dont want to get on that fucking train... i hate the journey more than anything really...
im feeling kinda weird at the moment
and i cant put my finger on it...
the only reason im updating this thing now is because i thought that first line... i drunkenly sang it all the way home from the pub just before christmas... its stuck in my head... as is... yea well... you know right?
i was never very good at stopping thinking about people... play it fucking cool mate... play it fucking cool...
im gonna have a bottle of raspberry vodka in my bag for the whole journey back... i think my fellow travellers will be lucky if i dont get completely hammered...
i dont like admitting things to myself... which is probably why im feeling weird now...
hook line and sinker
and im completely fucked...
met up with shelli friday night and had such a great time we got quite tipsy and then almost got run over i was really very angry but i had to say goodbye to shelli as she went for her train so didnt have time to go after the dickheads in the car (they were turning off a main road into a drive way) and thankfully a lady in a car that had seen the incident wound her window down and asked if we were ok... nice people are great arent they?
im really hungry... i want some crisps...
i cant believe all ive done today is watch soccer saturday and pack a fucking suitcase... i lose as being productive
i have so much to say but its all insignificant and its all about the same subject... i wont subject you to that... but for the record... keeping all of these things in my head is making me feel a little crazy
ok... so im packed... kinda...
i THINK i've packed my mobile charger... but i might not have done... so now i need to look through my suitcase (which isnt a pretty sight) to make sure
i dont want to go back... i never want to go back right?
but i dont want to get on that fucking train... i hate the journey more than anything really...
im feeling kinda weird at the moment
and i cant put my finger on it...
the only reason im updating this thing now is because i thought that first line... i drunkenly sang it all the way home from the pub just before christmas... its stuck in my head... as is... yea well... you know right?
i was never very good at stopping thinking about people... play it fucking cool mate... play it fucking cool...
im gonna have a bottle of raspberry vodka in my bag for the whole journey back... i think my fellow travellers will be lucky if i dont get completely hammered...
i dont like admitting things to myself... which is probably why im feeling weird now...
hook line and sinker
and im completely fucked...
met up with shelli friday night and had such a great time we got quite tipsy and then almost got run over i was really very angry but i had to say goodbye to shelli as she went for her train so didnt have time to go after the dickheads in the car (they were turning off a main road into a drive way) and thankfully a lady in a car that had seen the incident wound her window down and asked if we were ok... nice people are great arent they?
im really hungry... i want some crisps...
i cant believe all ive done today is watch soccer saturday and pack a fucking suitcase... i lose as being productive
i have so much to say but its all insignificant and its all about the same subject... i wont subject you to that... but for the record... keeping all of these things in my head is making me feel a little crazy