Left the house and felt pretty good about myself. Got a load of shit on the bus off some little scally CUNTS!
Got shit on the train off some fat old bitch cos of my music...."if I wanted music i'd bring my own" to which I replied..."well next time be a bit nicer about it and actually ask me and I might turn it down".
Got into Leeds, met Alex, hung about in cafe Nero for 3 hours then went to find a guitar for him.
Went to The Angel, which is a bizarre little pub.
Went home was fine, day had been cheered up. Cue massive argument with Kris culminating in him calling me a "Slut who will die lonely and sad."
Good night! Happy fucking new year.
And the crunchy kind are good, but I've always been a fan of the puffy ones. Especially the ones that were shaped like X's and O's and changed the color of your tongue. Products that are aimed at 6-year-olds usually get me, too.
: )