Damn you, Buddy!
My rather chubby Shih-tzu Z
Buddy has decided he wants half of the bed.
I love him so he can have it until I inadvertantly roll him off at 3am.
So, my life, i’m on quite a buzz actually. Me and mother went to see Christian last week, he’s a good man. We put together some plans and he’ll hopefully get back to me tomorrow or Wednesday.
My TMA’s are definitely getting on top of me.
I breezed through History and Business, but my Science is horiffic, it is now 14 days late, oh the pain! The pain of it all!
I’m now a follower of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, a Pastafarian.
The other day a thought hit me, what if I just get my qualifications and settle down for a nice mundane life, no being an author, no being a businessman, forget about all my dreams and get some kids and a wife.
I want my life to be a Fall Out Boy song… In fact, anybody got Pete Wentz’s number?
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