helllllllllloooooooooooooo!
wow, 9AM, and its raining. big, fat, wet, heavy rain. i like it. and now I can fully enjoy it again, because the Gutters stopped its incesant dripping. life without dripping, its almost heaven.
Almost, but not quite. Maybe throw in a hot irish guy and a bag of maltesars, and maybe flick on p.s. i love you and i think that be as close to heaven as you could get.
wow, i just reached my 1000th ‘Weet. how freakin awesome am I… you know… considering im a child and all.
gonna hoover my house later, just for the hell of it. sometimes, i think hoovering just might be the freaks equivilant of retail therapy, but then, sometimes i just think what the fuck no it isnt, retail therapy is retail therapy, their is no god damn equivilant.
and, the only thing better than retail therapy… retail therapy with a hot irish… yeah ill stop doing that now.
grrr i think i need to hoover under my key pad. its kinda skanky… i just hope it dont suck the actual keys of… :S slightly worried about it now. ahh im sure itll be fine… and if it isnt, fuck it ill just get a new one.
anywho, im off now.
have fun and remember, always wear protection!
x.
