I thought a bird shitting on my car was suppose to be good luck? Obvs not. England did win, alas this was not the luck I needed.
I'm going to be a Duracell bunny on Saturday, gash. Friday is going to be fun, doing FUCK ALL. Flippin' great. How shit do I feel at this current moment on a scale of 1 to 10? About 11. Although it could be worse, 12 or something. Gonna see Kate during the day because I have the day off which is sent from heaven. I can't wait for a lay in.
Officially the worse blog this year.
Bye.
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