i knew it was to happen.

I predicted it!

I get me n my mate to drive into town and pick up a more then drunk lover just as she ordered. we take her home, drop her off, walk her to the door. shes worried about this stalker guy who follows her around. i suggest the obviouse reason and how to stop this seeing as though things were sometimes uncovered during the drunken drive. you would think all was good?


My lover is angry with me?
Her mother is fucked off at me (even though i made sure her daughter was safe which is in those circumstances more her job then mine seeing as though it was totally unoragnised and lives with her mother who lives a 2 minute drive up the road and still wouldnt pick her up, were as i had to get my mate to drive us 20 minutes and pick her up)

All this work and it becomes engulfedf in fucken shit.

this looks interesting

its 12:22 and im waiting.

i dunno why cause i know.

hiding in my room im feeling fine.

not.