So I have spent the whole weekend working my arse off
Shutup! I know I have an awful lot of arse to work off it's a fucking metaphor, but yes I am aware of my giant derrière.
I needs the money and "Splendour in the grass" is next weekend.
I have no money and I need a lot of it by Friday to pay for van hire, camp-site, drugs, food, souvenirs, alcohol
Curse my inability to save and plan ahead.
I just found an unexplained slip in my letterbox saying I have a package waiting for me, I have not purchased anything off the Internet for a few weeks so I'm wondering if I'm so possessions obsessed that I am now logging onto Ebay in my sleep and buying cowboy boots, whilst not good for my bank balance it's pretty cool if you think about it.
That or my bills are so big and cumbersome now that they no longer fit in my letterbox.
I hate surprises when I don't know about them beforehand... Ok I actually love surprises but I like to be the one surprising people.
Shutup! I know I have an awful lot of arse to work off it's a fucking metaphor, but yes I am aware of my giant derrière.
I needs the money and "Splendour in the grass" is next weekend.
I have no money and I need a lot of it by Friday to pay for van hire, camp-site, drugs, food, souvenirs, alcohol
Curse my inability to save and plan ahead.
I just found an unexplained slip in my letterbox saying I have a package waiting for me, I have not purchased anything off the Internet for a few weeks so I'm wondering if I'm so possessions obsessed that I am now logging onto Ebay in my sleep and buying cowboy boots, whilst not good for my bank balance it's pretty cool if you think about it.
That or my bills are so big and cumbersome now that they no longer fit in my letterbox.
I hate surprises when I don't know about them beforehand... Ok I actually love surprises but I like to be the one surprising people.
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