...with Raspberry Ribena - I love Ribby anyway, but PICTURE the scene, I go into the gayraj to pay fort petrol and I'm like, hmm I know I'll get a piece thirsty, I'll get Ribena... lalal... OMG. OMG. OMG. Raspberry - ouuu... I go back into the car and I'm like OH EM GEE. TASTEBUD SENSATION. Nom mate, nom. So yeah, I'm back in Leicester, surprisingly! Waiting for Pep's to come on so I can watch that, put on itv and go for a nap. I really can't be bothered to go to my 2 o'clock lecture. It's rubbish. But OHHH WELL. Suppose I 'ave to. Fifi and the flowerpot shits.... I mean, wtf. I hate this programme. Why can't they just play Peppa Pig all day? I mean, all the parents make kids there birthday cards/boards and all of them have George or Peppa on them it's like, it's clear Peppa is loved by all so why do you wanna only show one Peppa Pig these day's. MILKSHAKE thank you for playing Peps but you're SHIT. - Language I know.
Ha I came back to the flat this morning, with a picture off the wall - Jordan is so staying here. It's like, babe's. You're going to get yourself in trouble if you get caught. I do wonder sometimes; do people like the police? I get called a drama queen. I'm sorry being involved with the po po is dramatic. Running through the streets of Marsh Farm - LOL.
Anyone would think I live in a bloody hostel - the state of what my flat as become. Vile, bloody vile. Also, I'm SO depressed. fml. I have a spot on my cupids bow. It's like... FML anyway for bringing a spot into my life, but ON MY CUPIDS BOW. Ouch, are you sure?! - I'm going to die.
5minute's till Pep's so... enjoy
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