blardy fucked up.
ah wis jist gonnae piss on yair faces. fuckng cunts.
i was really looking forward to see the pinholes perform. i dont really get what happend. there was a crowd. came stayed, i left. the whiskey acted pretty slow. i got the feel at home, but i had a good sleep. wow.

french festival goin on now, i hope the wine bottles haf gone down abit cheaper. hehe.
let go of everything tt means nothing to you. nothing at all. i'll stick to what i have on fridays. for the rest of the days, i know, i'll have myslf. i can count my friends nw. and i'm glad its not too many to handle. when you haf older friends you tend to behave the way they are, ppl haf things to do. but once in a while, you get together. once in awhile does not mean, once a fucking month. fuck you. haha. iam getting old real quick. just felt like i did my o's yesterday. tt fucking piece of shit sch with fuckd up maniacs hanging me on the walls of suspension all the fucking time. you got all your clever bitches in shorter skirts and you aimed at me cause i was ordinary. fuck your moms and dads, wankers. the sch, the teachers and the friends you make with there are all fucked up. ALL.

talkin abooot fuckint cunts. last evening.

this woman came up to me. forward.
filled up a health form.
took my weight. shite; 5xkg.

oh lets measure.
-average
-average
-average.
(i was hoping for an under somewhere)

bodyfat (men)
-high.

me: hello. i am friggin women.
she: sorry! you're healthy, wow. what do you have for breakfast?

milliseconds, fuckin bitch. i look unhealthy or fucking wat piss off?
you wana grow abit slimmer you turn vegan or watch ur diet. have just enough for b'fast, eat when you're hungry. when you're full, fuckin stop right? but i dont wake up for breakfast. she showed me her picture; " aww you're so fat?" i really dont intend to grow slimmer. i am happy the fat way i am.

me: bread and coffee.
she: oh. ok the facial products.

bitch first iam fat, now my face has a problem with you. go to hell.

today:
i still feel the highwaytohell feeling.

-go back to sLp.
4pm: chck the mobile.
5pm: SLEEP.
6pm: SLEEP.
7pm: you've got mail.
8pm: bathe.
9pm: put on a fashion show.
10pm: leaves home.
11.30pm: Home.
5.30am: go home.

saturday:
sheesh.
let's set to a 6pm getaway!