Never read books about WAGs. They are written by people with an A level in stupidity.
On a slightly better note, I have white roots again and tomorrow I am going for a coffee with George because apparently, there is a brand spanking new Coffee house in Bury.
I am really getting into reggae and one of my purple nails is chipped. I feel so down at the minute. It isn't like me at all.
I am also fed up of all this shit at home. I hate it.
I do not need sheltering. Telling me "what I want to hear" doesn't work as what I want to hear isn't a load of bullshit. Sorry.
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