Saturday 1st August 2009.

Seeing as everyone is now on Facebook, no-one on MySpace will read this if I post this as a bulletin and I honestly can't be fussed to put this as a note on Facebook and deal with emails and notifications telling me who has 'liked' it or commented on it.

Having been drawn into the world of 'Sex And The City' with thanks to my mother, it's influenced me to do journals on here; mainly because that's what I want to do. I can write whatever the hell I want and bitch about current events that are being repeated over and over in the papers. Yes, we know Swine Flu had killed people. . .people with underlying health problems in most cases. It's just like any other flu. You catch it, you're lying in bed or curled up on the sofa with a thin blanket, hot water bottle and living off rich tea biscuits and lucozade for a couple of days. Then you end up passing it on to people and as soon as they've got it, you're cured! People are making a huge deal out of it simply because they lack in humourous creativity; which brings me back to Facebook. The second someone puts as their status: 'feels ill', there's always one little fucker who immediately feels the need to type 'swine flu!' And it's so repetetive. When will these half-wits realise that their little comments are neither worth typing or humourous?

Oh, and it's my Grandmother's birthday today! Happy 71st! She's having a barbeque tomorrow and I can cruelly take Bradley along with me and hold his hand as the adults talk continuously about the business of others. Don't get me wrong - my grandarents are great people. But they do talk alot about other people who me and my parents have only met a couple of times. I feel sorry for Bradley because they'll feel the need to tell him and he wont know who that person is or find it merely as interesting.

Anyway, the basic lowdown on today. I went to bed last night/this morning in between midnight and one. I managed to surface this morning before ten. I got a lift to Bradley's house and then realised when I got there that I was actually meant to wait until he text me. Bad timing. Anyway, I watched 'Teen Cribs' whilst he was in the shower and envied the kids who's parents had the money to buy them 'secret rooms' and 'tree houses'. Like anyone is like that in the REAL world. These parents just want to spoil their kids rotten, but pay for it when their precious angels turn into ignorant brats.

I'll fill you guys in later. Comment and stuff.

Bye

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