*looks up* Bad grammar. Tisk, tisk.
I've done jack shit all day today. Well, minus the bits where i had entertaining phone conversations with Kyle and got my iPod to work. But because of the ever-so-amazing sickness my mother gamme the other day, i was refrained from doing any normal activities. Again. It's 4:41 in the afternoon, and i'm tired of sitting on my arse. I think i might go to Manisha's later, it's been a whole week since i've seen her. I'm due a visit. Hell, i'm due TEN visits by now.
Menalcholy news, kids: Dearest Kayleigh never got my letter i sent her. Fuck all, i wrote her a whole page on lined paper! Do you realise how hard it is for someone with my attention span to write a full-page letter? No, i don't think you do. That's why you're reading this and tittering on about how much of a dumbass i am. Whatever. I'll re-write it for you, Kayleigh. You mean that much.
OH! That reminds me! Go here, it's the best thing since snakebites. [http://shygirlslose.blogspot.com/]
'Kay, i'm going to go make something of myself. On the side of the road.
Fire at will.
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