fuck it. fuck today. fuck going round in cirlces at silverlink today when i was actually in the right place when i first arrived fuck writing a shopping list and forgetting it, only realising when i arrived at asda fuck rob putting his foot in my yoghurt hitting the spoon and having half of it fly all over the living room, and the cat (who doesn't like raspberry muller corner) fuck me for then putting my foot in the yoghurt i had just moved. fuck my mam telling me to put newspaper underneath my shoes when i polished them fuck the shoe polish sticking to the brush and then dropping on the carpet after telling my mam to go and find a newspaper fuck my mam being right. fuck everything, im going to bed.
Isn't it wierd how the small things really piss you off.. Little things like puttin the fork at the wrong end of the plate and subsequently gettin source all over the fucker and then it gettin transfered to your fingers.. Just the little things
