Writing to survive
You tell me what you want and I tell you what you get - you get away from me, you get away from me.
I like to think that david guetta must take a large amount of cocaine.
→ 01 Jun 12 at 8 am
creepy, creepy looking hand. but yeah sweets and NCIS. bye reality, hello wonderful sky box.
→ 01 Jun 12 at 8 am
haven’t been home in a while, everything looks the same except there isn’t any pitta bread left. mum doesn’t eat bread so i’m betting it was tom, cheeky shit eating my food. oh and the cat is being weird. she won’t eat much apart from the jelly in her pouches of food. freak. i checked her mouth and her teeth look fine, plus her breath didn’t smell so i don’t think it’s that. silly ghengis.
going to the Dark Knights 25th tonight, then possibly 80’s night at the LCR. it’s well expensive to get in though, i think, and i reckon my number one h8aaa is going to be there and i don’t wanna put on nice clothes to just have drinks chucked on them.
