The Fucking Pandajacks are out to fucking get me.

If it's alright with you, I'll just cower here in abject Lolzores while my friends gently snore on my floor, kthnx?
The previous nights adventures have taught me some very important world lessons:

1. I don't get hungover, no matter how much I drink
2. I never have enough beds to accomodate people when I have a party
3. Somone ALWAYS ends up sleeping on the spare room floor (It was Nicole at my birthday, Jane last night)
4. Luke and Ruth BOTH STEAL THE FUCKING COVERS - which actually wasn't too bad for me, because I was in the middle
5. The words: Flail, Pandajack, Jarlsburg and Hurdle are some of the most hilarious words when you're drunk
6. Drinking the night before my mock driving test is a good way to settle my nerves
7. Someone ALWAYS spills the wine, and throws up in the laundry sink.
8. THERE IS NO LESSON EIGHT.
9. Amy, Hayden, Jane, Luke, Ruth and I make a pretty awesome team of intrepid Moose Drinkers.

Anyway, back to you Sparky.
Over and Out.

The angels said I'd smile today, well who needs angels anyway?

He's taken and leaving
But I keep believing
That he's gonna come round soon
Until I see him again
I'm staying believing
That it won't be deceiving
When he's gonna come round
Well I may seem naive if I cry as you leave
Like I'm just one more tortured heart
These cracks that I show as I'm watching
You go aren't tearing me apart
I may seem naive if I cry as you leave
Like I'm just one more tortured heart
These cracks that I show as I'm watching
You go aren't tearing me apart

Why is it I wonder? Why is it that you spend so long wishing you could have that thing that you've wanted for so long, and when you get it... its boring as all fuck and you can't be bothered.

Love, I get so lost sometimes, days pass, they pass and this emptiness fills my heart.