OMG Deany's moved out, and Wendykins from work is moving in. Everythings changing, but in a good way. Maybe I will get a new journal and be very angry about not knowing if this one is still being spied on. I still have hundreds of years of paid account left on this one too.
I can't update this properly, for fear of Deany reading this. But everything is really mixed up. Christmas and New Years sucked. Stuff is weird. Some stuff is really weird. I am annoyed I cannot write more.
I went out drinking at 4pm with Alex last night, and I woke up at 12am passed out on my couch with Amelie music on the DVD playing over and over. Me and Alex were both dribbling and I couldnt find one of my trainers. White wine no no.
OMG some guy just fell over his chair really badly after getting his bag tangled in the chair leg. I'm finding it really really fucking hard to not laugh out loud.