i have a new job! it's pretty dull and it'll take me an hour to get there in the morning but the money is worth it.
i'm way behind on my shitty novel due to not sleeping or eating, getting a new job, money trouble and a minor mental breakdown, but that's under control now. well, not really.
my boy's mum cooked us both a fantastic roast dinner today and we played trivial pursuit, they kicked our asses. she also brought a shitload of food over to our place the other day, i've got to say; that woman is like a superhero. oh, and our shower is blocked. seriously blocked, i've poured so many chemicals in it i've probably killed about ten thousand fish(es?) and i still can't have a bloody shower. my hair is a mess and i have smeared dried in cum all over my stomache and hairy legs and it's just not nice.
we've bought tickets to go back to sweden for christmas but we're not going to be able to afford it, again. which is rubbish. i haven't spent christmas at home since 2004 and i really miss it.
i really want a holiday and i really want a haircut. i'm telling you, my hair looks like a birdsnest and not in a good way.
i'm going out for a good night fag and then it's bedtime for me because i start work at seven tomorrow.
edit to say, my boy and his mum are sat talking about our financial problems in the kitchen and i think she's crying. scotty, please beam me up!
i'm way behind on my shitty novel due to not sleeping or eating, getting a new job, money trouble and a minor mental breakdown, but that's under control now. well, not really.
my boy's mum cooked us both a fantastic roast dinner today and we played trivial pursuit, they kicked our asses. she also brought a shitload of food over to our place the other day, i've got to say; that woman is like a superhero. oh, and our shower is blocked. seriously blocked, i've poured so many chemicals in it i've probably killed about ten thousand fish(es?) and i still can't have a bloody shower. my hair is a mess and i have smeared dried in cum all over my stomache and hairy legs and it's just not nice.
we've bought tickets to go back to sweden for christmas but we're not going to be able to afford it, again. which is rubbish. i haven't spent christmas at home since 2004 and i really miss it.
i really want a holiday and i really want a haircut. i'm telling you, my hair looks like a birdsnest and not in a good way.
i'm going out for a good night fag and then it's bedtime for me because i start work at seven tomorrow.
edit to say, my boy and his mum are sat talking about our financial problems in the kitchen and i think she's crying. scotty, please beam me up!

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