The sun is out, and possibly burning all surviving skin cells in my body. But at least I'll be all chocolatey by the end of the day. I'm hanging in my room, with The Streets playing nice and loud with the windows open. The golfers are probably jamming, I shall have a sniff...
Oh, there appear to be none, that's a turn for the books.
So, college is over and I have weeks and weeks of nothing to do. I have applied for a job at trusty Morrisons, I can't wait to stack those shelves and tell people where the Beef Jerky is. I was speaking to someone the other day, they told me about the time when they ate Turkey Jerky. Imagine how rancid it would be.
Club Molotov is a hit. The Fen Tigers played on Thursday, that made my day. Hanging out with Russ and his gorgeous little friend was the cherry on top of a huge cake with very sweet icing. Also, the "nickname" for the club is now Club Molly. How fucking sexy is that? Almost as sexy as Molly's Chambers, and that's sexy. Man, I have to become a regular, and smoke cigarettes through that long tube thing whilst wearing red. I shall become Molly.
Arms are aching and I'm being picked up around 4. Good times to roll on.