Im gross.
I have absolulty no idea what is going on with anything at the moment.
We had a lovely dinner party hackling like witches talking about everything, i want Aislinn's cat. I am terrified about the decsion of whether to stay here or go.
i know that i want to move to leeds though, then i can regain my dopey yorkshire accent.
I cant be arsed to actually update feel so shit.
I felt so ill last night in the pub. i couldnt even go to rock city! i had to get the boy to take me home.
heres Hymee and Lucinda
rock city last weekend my hair was getting to be like a large hedge
its a lovely red bob now. im rather pleased, its very smart.
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