And so it is finalized. And it didn't turn out the way I'd have liked it. That's cool though. I guess.

Peter passed his manager assessment at work, which is good news. Now he can help me out with some things.

You know what, fuck it. I can't be arsed any more.

From now on, the only choice I'm going to make is what to drink, or whether I'd prefer to see Shigeru or BITC today.

Fucking games...

Certain things make me sad. Certain things make me happy. Certain things make me fucking angry. Certain things confuse the fuck out of me.

You're reading this, you're playing a part in one of the above.

I'm also getting fucking sick of having no money.

Today I drove to work on an empty tank of petrol, cos I couldn't afford any more.

Today, I haven't even got enough money to buy a cup of tea for breaktime.

Fucking fuck. I'm getting well pissed off. I need to quit smoking.

Please disregard my last comment... I'd do her in this picture.


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