I was in such...

... a good mood today.
Then that all got fucked down the pan. Rage.

Well, I'll start from the beginning of the day shall I?

So..
I sat up until about 2am doing sweet fuck all last night. Downloaded me some music, lay in bed and chilled. I'm so lazy during the week its unreal. Saying that though, I have been getting back into my routes of running after work, which I done yesterday and today. Pretty tiring! Sare legs and bum haha.

Anyway, struggled to get out bed this morning for work. It was a mission. Kept hitting the snooze button until I then realized it was 8am because the Beaded Dragon lights came on - then I realized it really was time to get my ass the fuck up. Pranced about the house like absolute tit! Have you ever noticed when you're in a rush, it's so much more difficult and everything takes longer? Or you can't find what your looking for even though it's right in front of you? Well.. It was one of those mornings for me. Got to work to find that there was no spaces left (as I was half an hour late) and was bumped at the back end of the car park - which is a trek to walk. Well, not really, but for the back of 9 in the morning, it is.

So by the time I got into work, I was kinda pissy but then, I turned on my PC to find Mr Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows staring at me. Oh fucking yes baby - nothing better than 2 fitties looking into your eyes ;) HAHA, give me a life please?

Anyway, work FLEW in, I had a lot to keep me busy and by the time 5 came, I felt like I'd never sat down! It was great :)

Went home, went my wee run - which was longer than usual, so now I'm fucking SHATTERED. When I got home from my run, I was then told that my mum's fiance had crashed the car & that's where it all went down hill.

Now, I'm just in a pure pissy mood, canny be arsed with fuck all and I just want to play Xbox and headshot some cunts. Really not in a good mood at all.
It's funny how so much hate can be directed at one person. A person that I do not give a fuck about, and yet he winds me up so much.
Possibly because I know he's not worth anyone's time, more so, my mum's time. I wish she'd realize this and ditch the wanker. It's not the first car he's managed to write off. The best of it all is the fact it's not even his car. It's my mums. He vouches off her like nothing else, I just want him to get the fuck out of her life. And mine.

Please and thank you.

Before I wind myself up even more, it's probably best I just go for a wee shower and chillax with some Gears of War.

Mhmm.