Saturday, October 11, 2008

My mum just went to the shops without me. I WANTED TO BUY MAGAZINES AND HAIR SPRAY AND LOLLIES AND COFFEE MATE MILK WHITENDER. Fucking CRAP. And she didn't even tell me - so how was I supposed to know?

And I just told her to take me now. And she told me to WALK. Walk along the fucking dangerous bridge on Stacey Street where people aren't even meant to walk except for ice junkies who have nowhere to go. The only people who walk along that bridge are FREAKS. Fucking weirdos.

What am I going to do.