Likkle goff couple

Why the fucking baby jesus and his slut of a mother am I blogging at half ten at night?
I'm fucking shattered, I have £30 beside me, and I keep thinking about fucking Frankenstein. I mean, what the fuck is that shit all about?! "I KILLT ME LIKKLE BRUVVA, O WOE IS ME." and then he still goes and denies that little shit of a monster, so it gets even worse; CRY ME A RIVER, YOU FUCKING TWAT.
No, I haven't read all of it. But everyone knows what happens, yes?

I'd much rather read Ink Exchange. Well, since that's what I'm doing. It's fucking epic. Although the sex bits are rather... dull. "Flurry of flesh" and other shit like that. It's like, WTF, WHERE'S THE PORN, BITCH?! I don't give a fuck if I got this book from the College library- God, I'm such a fucking geek. WANK.

Yes, wank is my word.
I WANK ALL DAY LONG. AHAHAHAHAA.
No, seriously. I walk around yelling it. AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?!
She's straight. Fucking straight. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I MEAN, BUT SHE'S STRAIGHT.
WHY?! WHY, OH WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! I would so totally do her. Mmmn, whilst she's wearing those white overalls, and nothing el-
FUCK OFF, BRAIN. FUCK. OFF. NOW.

I'm getting a tattoo. Yes, let's talk about that. That's a safe, totally-non-erotic subject.
It's based on a gravestone. Fucking freaky, I know. But it's gonna be fucking sexy. AND IT'S GONNA HAVE WINGS ON THE SIDE. I've always wanted wings, so now I'll have them painted on. Permanently. Speaking of permanent shit, I'm thinking about dying my hair. Again.
Brown, this time. So it'll be natural. Either that or red again. I need my fucking EMA.

Fucking EMA.