I tried to make myself food today. Id been shopping on sunday and bought whatever i could afford on 7 quid cos uni student loan STILL hasnt come in. Today the bread had gone mouldy (had to but 50p cheapy chuckout bread) and in the end had to actually chuck it out.
Then i tried to make broccoli with cheese sauce. Im telling you this sauce condensed into a nasty great mass on yellow goo. It didnt even resemble cheese or sauce. It was not edible. I ate the brocoli on its own, then got hung drawn and quartered for daring to TOUCH the posh girls cheese grater. what a cunt.
apparently alice can here them bitching through the thin kitchen walls, about how she has 'so much food' and i cant cook. I really cant cook but what business is it of theirs? its surely my problem.
we were sitting in the pub discussing this, and she was like 'the best way to deal with people like that is pretend to be happy all the time'
but im like no ive learnt my fucking lesson. you go at them all guns blazing and FUCK THEM UP. i cant wait till something kicks off so i can lay into them like ive always wanted to lay into people like them that made me this way to begin with. I've had to wear cuffs and long sleved shirts since ive been here because im afraid if people get a glimpse of me they wont want to associate with me any more.
i cant wait to tear them all a new one. quite frankly |