Right, we're not going ice skating. And by we I mean either us or you. Don't be bloody silly, you'll break your knees or something.We could still go to hyde park, but I'm not letting you do that. I want to go to the Christmas market at south bank as well, which will be a million times nicer than sending yourself to accident and emergency
He clearly thinks i'm an idiot. I suggested that if he got a dance mat, we'd hang out more, he said....
I can't guarantee I'll have a dance mat, and by that I mean I probably won't. Dancing is gay.
What an arsehole. Judging by my friends so, i must be a right cunt.
I died my hair. Y'know the conditioner bit for after? It smelled of orange calpol. WHO makes hair stuff out of kids medicine???
I have nothing of any note to say, but i wanted to distance myself from my misery blog. I'm not a misery. I had a bad weekend. It happens to everyone, but i blog about it, and i ALWAYS say something stupid, that i wish i hadn't. I'm feeling much better now. Much.
I'm going to London for the weekend. I'm not impressed that Bayside are playing Tuesday, THE DAY I COME HOME.
I think that's me ranted out. Night.
I saw the winter park the other day and totally remembered of you, ha.
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