Sunday, 22 March 2009

Everyday is like sunday.

Everyday is silent and grey, 

Mothers Day is the biggest con ever trying to pry much needed booze money from my cluching 
hands, i spent £9 on a present for my mother ( not that she doesn't deserve it) that i would rather have spent on a few cosmopolitans on a cheeky monday. 

I look forward to tomorrow night i'm going to get so drunk that i pass out and die. 

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