I don’t care what today’s date reads: 11th January, kindly go and fuck yourself.
I’m too woozy to elaborate, sorry. Wait, except this: If I catch diphtheria, tetanus or polio now I will be majorly pissed and sue the NHS.
Also that a copying error in a piece of work is not enough to warrant a D and most of the people I go to school with should be punched, hard, in the face.
This includes some members of staff.
Today’s post will most probably be deleted when I’m conscious enough to remember that twelve-year-olds read this and I am supposed to be setting an example.
Actually it won’t, because there is a valuable lesson to be learnt from today: people suck. So do you. Deal with it.
Bring on series two of Glee and August 7th.