cracked out a bit of the ol’ mcfly for old times sake :’) reminds me of year 10 and all that jazz of getting up at silly o’clock to see them in watford and then trying to stalk them around the harelquin…..pahahahaaaaaaa old scene hollie cracks me up!!
:) i know i go on about them, but theyre old and beautiful.
sitting in my blue 1950s dress with purple tights and purple heels and purple beads, listening to 80s music and pretending im from Desperately Seeking Susan, as if i have somewhere to go. which i dont.
and life was good…almost :| i dislike you. a lot. and i am going to find a sexy parisian hunk.
pretty much laughing at my fucked up life right now. i dont know what to do with my myself. wtf if i dont get into uni? wtf if i dont get what i want…tbh youre a dick (sort of). i reckon all of this can be solved with a lot of money and alcohol. money is on its way to being sorted, what with my mothers new obsession with ‘cash my gold’….now i need to get rid of my gay arse temp job and drown my sorrows in copius amounts of cider for the rest of the summer.
:) i think…
oh yeah, and i need a pole. its the best way to get guys. its been proved. by me.