I'm here. I'm alive. I'm listening to the Mars Volta, prob off to Tesco's in a bit.
Also parents are coming to drop off my credit card, so have been in a mad cleaning rush trying to make our kitchen less disgusting, and hide all traces of alcohol...

More to come later, I keep meaning to type stuff...seems hard.
I'm up to 17 for the drinks-counter since sunday. I'm losing!

damn the game.

love to all.

now i'm loused at 2:01 p.m.

i'll be home to say i love you and i'll be moving on | lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb