Honestly - my taste in music has hit rock bottom. I can't even call it a taste anymore. Looking through my iPod, I had a sudden feeling of whatthefuckery.
So, unless something massive happens before I go to Camden for the week, this might be my last blog before I go away - and let's face it, nothing is likely to happen whilst I'm stuck in Dolphinholme. I'm desperately hoping that the house will have wifi, because otherwise the only contact you'll get from me is from internet cafes - and I expect to receive texts to keep me sane, because you all love me, and my sister is determined to spend the entire week around horses.
Agh - fucking bloody... agh, fuck.
I'm cooking tomorrow and I haven't sorted out the bloody shopping list.
Fuck.
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