still calling girls from the internet. still planning to meet up with girls from the internet...on the same day we're supposed to be going out. no wonder you said you'd be late. apparently you have nothing to hide. i think you do. fuck you.

i'm not enough for you and you know it.

today's cancelled.

stay at work or something.

Ok, so it's 8.00 in the morning and I'm still drunk after last night. I came to this conclusion when I walked to go to the toilet, but couldn't walk in a normal way i.e. i was swaying from side to side. Yet I feel the need to write a blog about a few things, mostly things from last night ( Read more... )

Right so there's something wrong with my ear. I'm deaf in it and last night it fucking hurt. It feels like someone has actually pushed silly putty in my ear while i was sleeping...not mentioning any names (Sacha). Anyway I thought maybe if i write a blog, my brain will be working so hard that it will heat up and melt whatever shit is in there ( Read more... )

WHY THE FUCK DID I HAVE TO BE SUCH A SLUT

Through all of this I'm doubting, but I'm not doubting that we'll be together forever. I'm here for you through this, whenever you pick and choose. I love you.

These are a few of my favourite things. This weekend also included a few of my favourite things. See the amusing yet extravagant way I incorporated my title into this journal? I'm great ( Read more... )

Well I really should start some work now as I'm going home today and need to hand it in on Tuesday, but nah, I'll write you all a lovely entry instead ( Read more... )

Well, evidently from the title, it's time for another update, obviously to all my fans' joy. Where to begin? I'm going to start with some complaints. Firstly I was quite happily sitting at my computer doing some work today with the curtains open because it was only about four o clock and still light, when I heard a firework. Who the fuck sets off ( Read more... )

i never want to get as drunk as i did last night, not because i feel sick (which i don't), but i have no fucking clue what i did. i actually can't remember. until about 5 minutes ago i thought i'd lost 3 earings, when actually they were on the other side of the room. i have cuts on my wrist. what the fuck was i doing?! i remember a kitchen knife at ( Read more... )

fuck the happy posts. that's all over now.