Jesus Christ it's so cold at my house. Damn mother turning the heating off. Why would you want to torture your child in this way? I can hardly type. I'm just waiting for a call from Gemma. So, if you read this before I call you, call me :) on my home number. Great. Today I get to go out with mum's boyfriend, and see them stare into each other's eyes as I sit there like a lemon. A lemon which can't get away because her mother bribed her with Christmas presents not coming. Hahahahahaha. I just realised what I said. Lemons rock. Especially Mr. Flibble (um, yeah, private joke). Have a good w/e Rachel