Okay. So it’s laundry night. And I purposefully wore my biggest BAHs (big ass headphones) in the hope that no one would bug me, because CLEARLY I CANNOT HEAR YOU MY HEADPHONES ARE GINORMOUS AND LOUDDDDDDD. but, I underestimate the stubbornness of my neighbours cos every man jack of them has had to speak to me while I wait for the washer to finish. FFS!!!!! I AM NOT CURRENTLY BEING PAID TO ANSWER YOUR ACCOUNT/WORK RELATED QUESTIONS THAT SHOULD BE WAITING FOR TOMORROW - YOU KNOW WHEN THE MARINA OFFICE IS ACTUALLY OPEN
Sexy Beast Saturday. I mean, with looks like these, who WOULDN’T want to hit it? Yeah. I know. It fully explains the anti-sexlife of negative integers I gots goin on in my lady parts to an explicit degree.
Aaaaaaanyhooples, I’m drinking a Timmy’s (large triple triple with a hazelnut shot) ((double roll up the rim time woo!)) and watching Frankenweenie while the boat resounds with snores. Cos now both the SO and Jenkins snore apparently. FML