So before I become one of those blogs that never gets updated, there is the following:
After having a major and undeserved freakout at Flatmate B this evening because I was going MENTAL because my ASS was POINTLESS and my CARDIGAN was SMELLY and my PHONE was SOMEWHERE, I left the house in a poisonous waft and got on the bus and told everyone to suck my balls. Then I was tired from all the shouting so I sat down and waited for crazy, but crazy was late so I phoned it and told it to suck my granda's balls. Crazy would too. And then I saw a newspaper on the ground telling me to consolidate all my doubts into one, which I thought would be quite useful, but then I realized it said debts, not doubts, and I thought that was kind of funny, and I smiled and laughed and grabbed my boobs and jiggled and squeezed them until they were RED and SORE.
