Im going to Truck.
and its gunna be hot, but its also gunna rain. ohh yes. Who needs showers when you have English summers?!

I need "Ohhh la la la la la. I need La la la la la."

You're all SEXYYYY (but not as sexy as my bloated stomach.)
xXx

The fake "i'll stay in touch forever and forever, we're best mates" attitude that everyone (excluding the realists, and the geeks who dont have an option cus they didnt have any friends to stay in touch with in the first place) adopted at the end of secondary school is so dumbly ironic. It makes me laugh SO fucking much ( Read more... )

Why is it that all the hot guys have ex girlfriends and stupid issues surrounding them? His stomach is toned, he's fit as fuck, he chills me out by stroking me, but when he talks about his ex he sounds like a fucking soft bitch.

xXx

I honestly don't know where all this hate and disgust directed towards me from Aaron stems from. It should be the other way round. He has a really warped way of thinking about things. I want my Kosheen CD back from him, but it really isn't worht the hassle. I'm just gunna buy a new one. Because i have money and a job and intellect. Whereas he has ( Read more... )

Sharks won Shipwrecked. I am devasted. It is a day of mourning ( Read more... )

I find it really disconcerting how downhill my writing has gone. There was a point, a few years ago, when i could sit and type really beautiful, harrowing pieces for hours. When i typed the words, they read exactly how they had sounded in my head. Now, i found it unbelievably hard to find the motivation to sit down and get the thoughts out on paper ( Read more... )

I don't really remember much of last night. From smoking with Jamie, it all went hazy sweet blue, clouded around the edges. We ate curry and chocolate fondo, had a few smokes, and played a drinking game.
All i know is that i was pretty stonned, stumbling about and in my own little world. I ate Ben&Jerry's ice cream in bed, then fell asleep thinking ( Read more... )

I do like my colleges.
This is my stonner thoughts...


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Ollie came over at half eleven last night, pissed as fuck, wearing a hat and slurring bollocks. I just wanted to watch Heartbreakers and sleep. I could not be fucked with it and him. Hypocritical self pity, selfishness, demanding and all other thoughts flying out the window when sex is an option are my pet hates for today ( Read more... )

I ve got a million things to say, but they never seem to come out ( Read more... )