hoo-fucking-ray! Pub drama. There has been flouncing and storming out. \0/

one good thing about working an evening shift is not falling asleep before making it to the pub. At least, in theor...zzzzzz

fucknuggets! Fell asleep on the bloody sofa and woke up to 20odd missed calls and texts asking why I wasn't at the pub. I blame Chinese food

bugger. Just realised I left my bloody lunch box at home. So much for me not eating shite at work tonight

been dragged to the pub. don't they know I have two more Little Sisters to save and more Adam to harvest on this level.

2 flatmates means I should be doing a third of the cooking, right? So how come everyone else is on the sofa and I'm plurking by stove-light?

Lazy Bioshock morning, now it's time to be productive and cook some chilli. rawr!

this plurk app is getting on my arsing tits. Is it supposed to crash every 29.17 seconds?

Ugh...off to work, but on the plus side I have my new shoes to cheer me up

hungover. Mike Tyson's metaphorical tiger is pissing on my brain, or sommat...