Sunday is shit

I’d love to be one of those people that could write about a city enthusiastically, perhaps while meandering around it find something hidden and amusing and be able to describe it intelligently to someone else.

But I’m too fucking self obsessed and self involved
[its pretty much the same thing but who cares? I’m not a writer!]

So this will never be one of those blogs.

Goodbye I must do some goddamn drawing.

I spent all Sunday quarreling with M. I hate the weekends.
I’m working Saturdays from now on.
He acts like he the ruler of the flat and the only one paying rent. Jackass.
I hope he moves.


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