Mum came home with a massive bag of cast off clothes from her rich mate. It annoys me that she accepts second hand stuff from other wealty fuckers, especially as they're all ridiculously small sizes. And I tried on a few and pranced about a bit, but the confuidence thing was short lived. Now i just feel like a bouncy castle again.
And she brought home this giant wooden cabinet that someone else gave her, she reckons it would be nice in my room and as soon as I got home from my dreadful day shes all like "lets have this room to peices for no good reason and jam this ugly cabnet up in there"
And she complains when my gran is like that to her.
Fucks sake.
But I got my songs, alas no strongbow. What with the rest of the shopping I couldn't physically carry it. Unless I had a slave of course.
No debating whether my creativity is still alive. I think it might have died.
Oh YES and thats another thing I've just noticed. You know peoples msn pictures> well I was just minding my own business when my dad signed in. And I wondered what he had as his msn picture. I go and have a look and theres him drssed like a flaming teenager, standing next to this fucking paki on some romantic bridge with all blossom behind them.
Maybe a trip BACK to tescos would be in order |
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. so night me lady, im off to have a bath. Hope your good and proberly sound asleep im gonna guess...i need a shave.