was absolute tripe. Except going to the pub with Becca that was fun and she made me laugh greatly. I love her. She rolled her car down the hill without touching pedals, she's an example to us all.
Anyway, bollocks day and I expect tomorrow to be equally shite. Gareth isn't talk to me, gutted about that more than anyone will know. I guess I can't do much about it though. Arrrghhh.
All in all, day = crap. Now = sleep. Goodbye= end of blog.
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