Fucking

owwwwwwwww owww fuckedy owwwww!
Stupid fucking wisdom teeth!
They're actually vile, they hurt!
Plus the top right one's just poking through and it's reeeeaaaaaally far back, so when i speak it just feels like I have some food stuck back there or some disgusting shit like that.
It's grim, I hate it!


Had a good day today though, woke up to texts off Chloe, we had a sleepy text conversation about how we were both still in bed and couldn't be bothered to move.
I think I eventually surfaced about an hour later at quarter to 2.

I then dossed about the house for hours, my parents went to go see Cats and Dogs 2 in 3D.
Apparently it was shite, gutted.
Then Conor, Jen, Chloe and Andy came round and we spent a few hours in my garden, chatting shit, gossiping about somne fight that was supposed to have happened today, and going over Conor's stolen produce from his holiday.
I drank the mint tea he stole from the hotel along with stolen hotel sugar.
I now am also the proud owner of a shower cap, a comb and a little sewing kit.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't love them a little bit.

We went out for a cruise in his car and as per my mother was all pissy about it.
Fuck it I don't care anymore, i'm going to Scotland in a few days.

We dropped Chlo and Jen home and me, Conor and Andy were cotched outside a chinese takeaway place for a full hour before we decided to go in and get food.
The food made us all dead sleepy so Conor dropped me back home for 12 and i've been really callllmmmmm and relaaaaaaaaaxed on the sofa ever since.

Nothing's phased me at all today, absolutely nothing.
It's been lovely to be honest, I had missed Conor.

Still can't waaaaaaaaaaait to leave everything and go to Scotland, get my head down, get some proper work done and just relax and have fun with my brother and sister who I miss unbearably.