Maya
Fortified with the gift of gibber, eats anything apart from liver. lives with 2 dogs and a stinky brother and a dad and a mother. and a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles, yeah crumbles and burns. and she likes radiohead, a lot of metal, jazz, celtic music, a lot of people, 'Johnny The Homicidal Maniac' & 'Bear' & 'Skeleton Key' comics and her two shih tzus - Abby (Abigail) and Kusho. I WANT: Nothing

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Sunday, 15 February 2009

Bleargh

So today was probably the worst day of my life.
One of the worst days, anyway.

First, I didn't get Chair, which I expected because of my lack of experience and because I haven't been for 10 mun's or something. And my family gives me shit.

THEN, THEN, THE WORST THING OF ALL,
MY EXPENSIVE IPOD TOUCH SOMEHOW UNCLIPS ITSELF FROM MY SHORTS, BOUNCES (BECAUSE OF THE RUBBER COVER) AND DROPS RIGHT INTO THE MUDDY MURKY CANAL. I STUPIDLY TRY AND GO RETRIEVE IT AND SLIP AND CUT MYSELF AND NEARLY DIE IN ALL THE ICKY SHIT. AND THEN THE MAN AND HIS FAMILY WATCHING TALKED SOME SENSE INTO ME BY TELLING ME IT WASN'T WORTH IT BECAUSE IT WAS GONE ANYWAY

just like my soul. whoooo.

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