I HATE THIS

God,
Yesterday was so lovely; jokes, memories and tea with Alice on the steps and then savacentre. I havnt laughed that much in a long time and awh :)

Last night was so lovely; dinner with Ed at the ol' cavery and then back to his for laughs and a cuddle on his LILO blow up bed ahaha.

Came home in a good mood.

Bit of tea,
Bit of Tee-v,
bed.

AGONY ALL THE NIGHT,
PAIN IN THE GOOD EAR.
20 mins of sleep...tops.

Doctors this morning at an early hour with
Dr David.
I expected a man and all my mum said when we got out was:
"She was Indian...and she had a last name like David. She MUST have married someone not Indian"
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BEARING IN MIND BOTH MY EARS WERE OOZING WITH 'DISCHARGE' (hate that fucking word) AND THATS ALL SHE COULD THINK OF TO SAY.
haha
in a way...this sums up MAJULIE down to a T.

To add to my oozing, pulsating and painful ears (both of them)- my phone FUCKING broke.

'please insert the correct sim card'

THAT IS THE CORRECT SIM CARD. FINE. FUCK YOU. ILL 'INSERT' A CHARGER IN YOUR BOTTOM. SEE HOW YOU LIKE THAT.

'Cannot charge battery. Please insert sony erricson charger."

¬_¬

YOU TAKING THE PISS?
I HAD TO RING LARISSA TO APOLOGISE FOR NOT TURNING UP TO DRAMA. AGAIN.
I HAD TO TEXT DANNY TO CANCEL MY DRIVING LESSON.
I HAD TO TEXT TEMEKA TO CANCEL OUR DINNER DATE...

...bearing in mind i now talk like a deaf person. Only pronouncing certain syllables.

Using a temporary phone.



Therefore, I decided to watch Jimmy Carr - telling jokes.
This was, indeed, JOKES.

Apart from the fact every time i laugh or jolt, my ears OOZ.

I HATE THE FUCKING WORD OOZ TOO.

Not in the best mood of my life, not gonna lie.

Sympathy for me?

Havnt eaten properly for like 2 weeks (hardly anything) yet i look FAT.

"who needs a six pack when you can have a barrel?"

:)