I'm getting more shifts at work, I'm happier than I have been in a long while (well maybe apart from when i lived in halls....but that was more momentary happiness, this is more solid?) and I have things to look forward to.
Was thinking earlier about a time I burnt the palm of my hand on a cigarette my dad was smoking. He had it in his hand, and I ran up from behind him and clutched his hand...and the cigarette. He bought me a can of juice from a shop to cool the burn. It was a Spar...the can of juice was Lilt.
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- maagaggie
- I don't have enough time on my hands....yet I'm doing this. Oh dear.