Fuck the Jehovah’s Witnesses knocking on my door at 10am when I’m hungover.
No i don’t have a minute to talk about Jesus.
why don’t I have endless money for gigs?
I picked up my super religious Auntie today and she thought that Devildriver was a problem with my car’s engine.
I like long haired, skinny boys with sad eyes.
My boyfriend is sucking all of the fun out of my life.
How did I end up like this?
I’m so fucking sick of being jealous of other people’s happiness.
And every time it happens I feel like a bitter and twisted wreck…
Maybe we should just give up and admit it’s over.
What’s the point? That’s got to be better than another four years of this.
I want to go to a gig so bad, I’ve not been to anything since Skindred and that was months ago now.
I’m getting serious mosh withdrawals.
I wish this migraine would fuck off.
One day I WILL save enough money to go to 70000 Tons of Metal.
It seriously has to happen…
My work offered me a permanent contract today!
I am now a fully fledged copywriter; finally my dreams of being a professional writer are all coming true. After an ultra shitty 2013, it looks like 2014 might be shaping up OK.
It’s coming up to my probation and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shitting myself. I’m so fucking close to having this job that I love, as long as nothing goes wrong.
I’m under a lot of pressure not to fuck up and the work is much more demanding than anything I’ve ever done before. I need to try and relax, so I don’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
I did 400 press-ups today.
I’m getting stronger!
IT JUST TOOK ME AN HOUR AND A FUCKING HALF TO DRIVE THIRTEEN MILES.
Absolutely, fuck you motorway. And fuck you to those morons that apparently can’t drive on the M60 without FUCKING CRASHING.
I love my job but the drive is proper shit.
So, that’s it. After four years and a lot of shit, we are finally fucking done.
I’m too old to be dealing with your shit. Find someone that will.