Today has been a shit day.
I drive back to uni and don’t realise until I’m back that I’ve forgotten my phone. My phone which is usually surgically attached to me.
Then I go out and my bag breaks before we’re even there, Moron from Mosh is also at the pub we go to but doesn’t say anything so I can’t use him as a verbal punch bag, we get to Mosh and my foot starts hurting, then my knee, so I come back because it’s killing me and I now have to wait up until my flatmate gets back because she doesn’t have her keys. The thing is, she didn’t forget them – SHE LEFT THEM INTENTIONALLY. I’m also a little jealous ’cause she pulled the hot guy, but that’s besides the point. I feel like crap, so I just want to go to bed, but I can’t. I wish she’d hurry the fuck up.
