I hate mondays. I hate them even more when people are horrible to me. I hate it when you know someone knows you’re right but they won’t do anything cos they don’t want the beef. Gah!

 This weekend was kind of weird. Had a shindig at mine on Friday, t’was sweet. I saw the boy on saturday. It was such a bad idea. It made me realise though that I was just enjoying the dramz/attention. I havent heard from him, and I haven’t contacted him so I think I’ll just leave it. If I see him out and about or whatever I’ll be like hey, but other than that I don’t really care. Hmm. Yes I think that it’s a good idea. Yes deffo.

 The trick is sometimes I think things and I am so shocked, cos like I realise that I am actually like ‘most girls’. Damn.

 Sunday went for dinz at Clacs and so on. It was cool, I ate so much though.

 I can’t wait for this week to be over. I can’t wait til the 10th so I will no for sure about my retard job.

 I can’t wait to eat something garlicy.

 I hate MC today. I hate GS today. I hate TP everyday. I hate Dan and his nice beard and jougey coat.

 I love the pumpkin soup i’m going to have at lunch.

I’m listening to Bobby V, he should so be emo. But then he is such a rude boy. What a quandary.

 I have too much time on my hands. I fear I shall be back later.

 Rud

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