Right. I'm so fed up with the recurring situation that I find myself that I'm not even going to bother blogging it. I mean seriously, if I'm fucked off with it how boring must it be for you guys to actually read it, roll you eyes and say (out loud if not alone) "Christ, all she does is fucking moan. Moan moan moan moan".
So I'm keeping it all inside, where it will turn into an ulcer, and eventually rupture and kill me.
From Saturday me and Paul (hereafter referred to as "him" due to recent events) are conducting an experiment to see just how cheap we can make the food bill for the week. Practice and all that.
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