People always complain about how irritating “morning people” are but do you know what sucks about being a morning person? I’m constantly stuck when somebody has to get up for something important because if I don’t wake them up then they’ll be late and shout at me for not making sure they got up (which is in no way my fault because I’m not here to be anyone’s mum) and if I do wake them up then I get shouted at anyway because “oh god morning people are so irritating, I could have gotten up on my own”.
ahfkjafjkaf.
I’m in the process of downloading every Stanley Kubrick film ever made so I can force Jack to love him as much as I do n_n. I’ve bought muffins and yumyums, he’s not in work tomorrow and the only commitments we have is popping over to my grandad’s because it’s his birthday so we can stay up all night if we need to.
Nobody really kicked off that Yorkies were advertised as “not for girls” but apparently Dr Pepper 10 doing the same is misogynistic and the most awful thing that’s ever happened to this world.
I’m sorry but the worst thing about it is the girls who say things like “lol don’t care I’ll drink it anyway. One of the lads yeh BANTER”
There’s been a problem with the shower leaking for months and Jack’s stepdad “solved” it by moving the cubicle out from the corner but for some reason they’ve picked today to shut all the water off and fix it, even though he hasn’t bought the part he needs yet. So he’s at B&Q and I need a shower but I’m not allowed to put the water back on even though it’s no different from any other day…. ahfjahjfha.
If Jack’s first real post gets over 100 notes I’m going to strangle him.
Winlow was texting me bohemian rhapsody lyrics this morning while I was asleep and somehow I managed to text him back with the correct part of the song and everything. I’m impressed with myself.
omg
A few days before we had “jubilee day” at school and we got to wear our own clothes and we all got given a special coin and then on the actual day there was street parties everywhere and at first my mum wouldn’t let me or my sisters go because she hates anything fun. (“You can’t go trick or treating, it’s begging!” etc) But then one of our neighbours showed up and called her a fuddy-duddy and we got to go n_n
I hate when people instantly don’t like rich people purely because they’re rich. That person might have worked really hard to earn their money and you being angry at them for that is a very poor attempt at masking jealousy. Oh, you’re richer than them because you have a loving family and friends? Good for you, it’s nice to see that you’re happy and not at all insecure and I’ll bear that in mind next time I fancy giving you a billion pounds because, after all, you have no need for it.
Even people born into money didn’t ask for it, just like poor people didn’t ask to be poor. Don’t act like you wouldn’t spend money your parents gave you.
I’ve just taken my bra off and found a dead fly. What an absolutely horrific way to die!
I walked to the trafford centre with Jack when he was going to work and bought some weights so I can rebuild my strength after not going to pole dancing for months and completely forgot that I’d have to walk all the way back carrying them. My arms feel like jelly and I want to die.
