My happiness depends on you...

Feeling: fickle
Last night me Brett & Frenchie [Simon my French flatmate] were chillin' in the common room which was cool, watching TV. Turns out I do like Simon, he's sound. And even better when he asked me if I smoked weed cos he had some in his room if I wanted to skin up. Of course I did. I'm going to ask him to teach me French. So far he has taught me... Va te faire enculen = Go fuck yourself Fils de pute = Son of a bitch. I want to learn proper French too though, not just cuss words. In other news I hate people who come on Facebook chat or MSN or w/ever and say pointless shit like..."I'm bored" no hello or anything just that. And If I don't talk they just keep popping up with inane little comments like...I ate scampi last night...fuckin booyeah! good for you...fuck off! Sorry rant over, it's so irritating though, it's like, just don't talk for the sake of talking. Jesus.
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