rock up and roll

babes

The recent last days have been spent realising that it is wrong to doubt yourself or let others doubt you and at this stage in life things will not be handed to you on a plate, you’ve got to make it happen. I’ve made some new friends, spent £96 on alcohol and chewits and found my new favorite saturday night place. I have watched the old friends get bored of the predictability of their own consistent friends and insecurities. I have endured a few weird bendy activities such as Zumba and Yoga which will hopefully make me one of those super-bendy-velour-tracksuit-wearing Grandma’s.

I’m annoyed that I don’t know when my hair is going to be pink but otherwise I feel rather victorious that the moment arose to be horrible to the crybaby boy that thought it would be a wisecrack to attempt operation fuck-laura-over. He failed and is still a crybaby. I hate crybabies and thus, maintain a heartless exposure in order to never turn into a crybaby myself. We’re going to Brighton this weekend to smoke some shit on the beach and this has turned into a weird update on the stupid stuff I’ve been doing more recently to date.

5th night out this week and the barnet has gone mad

an embarrassment to hussy’s everywhere in a home near you.