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.
