Seriously, my three-fold rant is on the way. I am not just fobbing you off with any old rubbish until I get the chance to write it. I am still angry about everything and it does fester away inside me getting more virulent by the day. It’s just that I have to go for drinks (yay) and spend time down the gym (also yay) and eat takeaway food (woo yay) and that leaves little time for blogging at the moment. I’m even going skiing. My life is rich and full and mired with unnecessary shit that saps my free time. For a start, how fucking long does it take to do your ironing. For ever, that’s how long.
Anyway, until my frothing vision is realised why not take a look at the surface of Mars via the omnipresence that is Google. I wonder if the chances of anything coming from there really are a million-to-one.
Mars that is, not Google.
“I thought is was…”
¿Que?
Don’t know what you’re on about mate…
Why you little……
*shakes fist*
3 yays and a woo do not an angry post make.
Where are you skiing? When? How much is it costing? Why Do I have so much work and so little time?
Tamworth. The other Saturday. £30. Because you are a student.