a husky voice steps in with an air of irishness. who is she? where did she come from? frankly it doesnt matter because the identity has been stolen by english summer where i have been suckered into doing a fourth term.
last night, in a rare turn of events i was sober. and observing all. other irish lass unfortunately fell in a ditch and vomed all over victorias bed.. the anger will be felt today. and for fuck sake again i had to stop mr liam ( wananawanwan) from getting in a fight with the locals over a cigarette. then got suckered into taking slits home in a shambolic state. to much delight les locals stopped for us and gave us a light. the buzz was limited in this shithole car. there was talk of more drinks in prades. this was rejected. negatory por favour. yo necesito dormir por favor. then mr liam accused me of firstly breaking his fone.. lies. lies man! and when he was caught talkin about questionably gay mp he turned and claimed it was me who wanted a piece of that young ass. granted i have a tendency towards the young but that does not warrant such an accusation.

all is depressing here. jennas leaving. paul is leaving. tristan is leaving. i am leaving .. but returning to this shithole on monday. why? the money? because its certainly not the people. JOKES.

i look like shit and i need to pack. and to be honest im finding it difficult to spell and type and what not.
we will meet again someday. well probably not.

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