So..
- Swoonboy is now safely and securely in the friend box (this time with added decision by me)
- I'm doing honours over 2 years so I don't go insane, and everyone agrees this is a great decision
- I'm only staying at my waitressing job because my holiday payout will be so amazing I'll cream myself
- AND I have to go away this weekend with next year's executive, and have a thing about poo. I can't poo anywhere but my house unless I'm really desperate. And especially not around people. Like, I don't like taking too long. It's not the smell. It's that I don't want people to think that I take AGES to poo. And I don't know the toilet. What if it has a really weak flush and I have to spend a year being the floater girl?
This is giving me more of an anxiety attack than christmas. Oh fuck.
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