So I'm Guessing You Probs Don't Like Me Much Anymore, Yuh?

So Saturday. T'was a sweet day to be fair, it was like a giant double date, my partner was my 18 year old brother.......but even so it was sweet.

Anyway, to the evening. I went to meet 'Danny' and it was pretty sweet, he only intended to stay out a few hours but as usual the old Farrell charm came into play and at Pub closing we went back to the olde tap and tin and we proceeded to announce our union to his "friends" the reaction was worth more to me than gold. My ex boytoy was outraged his looks so cute when his face is twisted with rage.........ah. Oh and for the record you dance like a freaking idiot. When you do that windmill or whatever with your dreadlocks you looked like you were having a fit, not in a good way. Stop wearing band t shirts that you've never heard of. Stop hating on everyone for getting some just cos you aren't. The only special thing about you was ME and well...I'm not there anymore so trying to exist on your personality alone isn't really working out for you ey? Well there is a lesson there lad, YOU SUCK! Get a life, stop living in 1994 and stop kissing your own A HOLE!

So yeah I'm a bitch, but you all knew that when you met me.

MWAH HA HA HA HA HA!

Then to Sunday, I woke up still drunk, funny that, but I only had about 4 hours sleep or so. We drove up to Clacs and we ate lots and played a quiz, I was the quiz master of course! Mum and Joel one. BAH HA HA HA! Ah mate, its quite shame full to get beat by your mum ey. Ey Hanz?