I'm not so sure why I am writing this thing, and why I am doing it at say like 00.46 am on a Saturday morn. Meant to go see my new possible doggy in like 9 hours or something but as usual we have to get up early. I hate doing that. We are meant to be at the location thing place at say around 10 in the morning and my mother has me waking up at half 8 and leaving the house for 9.15. Anyone see any logic to this, because personally, I don't.
I swear people are purposely being pricks to me tonight. It's like life suddenly got given this little meter about how difficult it's gonna be, and some douche has come put it right up to High. Yeah, that was the worst metaphor thing ever but hey. To think I got like an A* in English, yet I just called that a metaphor thing, which is probably wrong. And on top of all this, I am writing the worst load of carp for a first blog, it is actually unbelievable.
Just realised how much I moaned lately about being tired and can't wait for the weekend, and now it is here, I am staying up till 00.54 am on a Saturday morning and blah blah blah I am going to bed. Niiiight all x
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