Hi Rachel it's Monday, the first day of the school holidays in Sydney. WAHOOZLES.
Man it's been ages since I updated.
Okay so later on in the month when I posted the last blog to you, things started getting pretty crappola for me. And I just wanted to thank you for being there and for supporting me and for your countless reassurances and "it will be okay"'s. You are truly the greatest friend ever.
Stuff with you has since gotten abit shit too, and I promise I will be here for you for as long as it takes you to let go, as well as forever.
Hence, I am now going to give you countless reassurances and "it will be okay"'s, because no matter how fucking shitted up the situation is, it shall always be resolved. And if it isn't, I'll just kill the people who are making your life negative.
I've written you an actual letter on paper - double sided - and i'm posting it this afternoon!
It has been yonks since we wrote to each other and I miss my penpal.
So I bid you adieu,
I'll try update this more often,
I love you Rachurl!
xoxo, Vic.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
16/7/10 Subject: Slurries
Hi Rachel, it's Friday and I'm not excited.
Partially because I am stuck in mum's office again, and partially because my net back home is fucked and the stupid company won't bloody fix it because they're useless whorebags. Oh, and partially because school starts in 3 days and I have a history assignment due and I haven't started it yet because I really don't give a pig's arse whether I fail history or not. But mum does. Balls.
By the way, where the hell are you? I've been trying to get in contact with you all week + hope everything's okay and you're feeling swell.
There is an old man at the desk behind me and he's talking about slurries and slurry components. I have made it the tip top thing on my to-do list to find out what the fuck a slurry is. I never even knew I had a to-do list. But yeah.
It was f-f-freeeezing this morning and the lift at the train station was making really freaky rumbly noises and my mum and I thought we were going to die.
Reuben's an idiot (hope he doesn't see this).
OKAY I HAVE 2 HOURS AND 21 MINUTES TO GO BEFORE I AM OUT OF HERE.
That's an effing long-arse time.
Anyway, toodles, love you, bye Rachypoo!
xo Vic.
Partially because I am stuck in mum's office again, and partially because my net back home is fucked and the stupid company won't bloody fix it because they're useless whorebags. Oh, and partially because school starts in 3 days and I have a history assignment due and I haven't started it yet because I really don't give a pig's arse whether I fail history or not. But mum does. Balls.
By the way, where the hell are you? I've been trying to get in contact with you all week + hope everything's okay and you're feeling swell.
There is an old man at the desk behind me and he's talking about slurries and slurry components. I have made it the tip top thing on my to-do list to find out what the fuck a slurry is. I never even knew I had a to-do list. But yeah.
It was f-f-freeeezing this morning and the lift at the train station was making really freaky rumbly noises and my mum and I thought we were going to die.
Reuben's an idiot (hope he doesn't see this).
OKAY I HAVE 2 HOURS AND 21 MINUTES TO GO BEFORE I AM OUT OF HERE.
That's an effing long-arse time.
Anyway, toodles, love you, bye Rachypoo!
xo Vic.
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