There be another party on Saturday, at the same place as last time. Should be fun, Emily always throws the best parties, and the best thing is I get to speak to her dad who is he coolest person alice in the world. And you don't get to hang with him, fuckers HA HA HA!! Working is getting better, another pay day tomorrow, then just friday before a fairly kick ass weekend. Should get Emily another present, for we are nice kiddies like that. So anyway, I was hoping there would be hot girls at Walkers, and they're aint. Well, there are, but they aren't my kind of people (Dance music confounds me, dont see how anyone can like it - they do, thus they suck and I rule) I like Bananas, Bananas are good. So anyway ladies and gentlemen, I hate shortbread. I have honestly started having nightmares about it, when you stare at something 6 hours a day five days a week, eventually there is nothing else. Just... Shortbread. So Much Shortbread. And it's driving me insane. Tune in later, same bat-time, same bat-channel. peace Hoes.