Four Hundred & Thirty Five

Theme: Death comes to us all...

I woke up this morning on Steve's sofa. Looking like shit, feeling hungover *even though I don't drink* and just generally falling about the place. Now, if you don't look like shit or feel like shit, then you've not had a good night out. So this officially proves that yesterday was a great success.  It was so much bloody fun I couldn't thank her enough. The only bad thing about this morning was when my mum picked me up and we went shopping and job center, and I just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep for a long, long time. Just sixteen more days now and then it's zombie day! I'm going to have to get me some bike shorts or some shit as the chub rub on me, fucking hell. I've been crawling my way round everywhere today because of it! It canes. At least when I went shopping I got some family member's christmas present's and cards. I absolutely hate card shopping. It drives me mad. I got both sister in law's so Lemon smelling yankee candles and also shopped for my dad, auntie and Steve!

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