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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