Rock ou twith your cock out.

I wanted to write so here I am writing.
What a coincidence, huh?

I don't actually know what to write. I was in a shitful mood yesterday, which is great as it was christmas. I started off happy but that stopped at about 1 PM., maybe 12.

I didn't get a whole lot. Mum painted em a finch. The kids made em things. Dad made em a tool box. I think it was meant for Jay but he ran out of time.
We got scrubs seasons two through to seven. That's pretty cool.

So yeah. It wasn't great. Not many people came around and when they did they didn't seem to want to talk to me. It was hot and I was grumpy.

I don't know what yo uwant to hear. My moods haven't got better. I am still being a whiney whore. Nothing really to comment on.


I'll be back.
Much love,
Louie.