DICKS ARE FOR MY FRIENDS WHEN THEY COME TO MY HOUSE DICKS ARE FOR ME FRIENDS THEY ARE HFOR MY FRIENDS THEY ARE FOR MY THEY ARE FOR MY THEY'RE FOR MY FRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEENDS
OHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOHHHHH LALALALALA LALALALLAA DICKS... FRIENDS LALALALALALALALALA goddamn everyone on my flist be awesome s oeveryone awesome be reading this :P
I want to be able to buy some fucking pain au chocolat but Tesco doesn't open for three fucking hours. There's a pretty, eye burning sunrise but apart from that seriously what is with this shit. Oh, light interacts with smoke in a weird way and it looks gold and awesome. That's about the only redeeming feature.
Yeah like 5 weeks after I got out of that place so now all is good and yesterday awesome people came and Schumachered me with a massive bottle of shite champaigne in the middle of the street as I met them which was definitely a new experience and then we watched Office Space yet again for some reason and now I'm off looking for some luggage because
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Yeah well I'm a total retard to have admitted myself voluntarily to an adolescent psychiatric ward and :protip: do not do the same. If any of you faggots even think about doing it, I will kick your ass. So there you go!
Well thought I might as well get one, catharsis and all that. I absolutely refute accusations of being a dirty blogger, it's just not true. Weird mood right now, all tranquilized and distant.