December 2010
12 posts
How about
instead of fucking around on Twitter all day you either
a) do some work
b) sort out the actual hell that is our lives at the moment
Yes, I’m talking to YOU.
In my dream
last night I left my bedroom window open over night and when I woke up my room was full of cats that had got in during the night. One of them killed and ate a butterfly.
What does this mean?
This 'conversation' I'm having right now
makes me wish it was 2006/07 again. Although those months were spent absolutely ruining myself, they were the best of times and times when I really didn’t care about anything.
Nothing other than
PART TIME 3 MONTH CONTRACTS ANYWHERE.
Someone just give me a bloody job.