I am sitting next to Liv and can hear her tapping on the keys doing work stuffs. Except come Thursday I will hear no more tapping..not even from me as Thursday is a day of true sadness. Not petty silly sadness but the day in which I realise that this whole universe is a pile of poo. 'Theres no room at the inn'..yeah you don't say as I watch her sail away on her freelance boat into the depths of reality tv mens and 'duke' gate.
For there is no more work for Liv and this is because of some twat in the US who borrowed too much money from the bank to buy a big house with a swimming pool and now its all gone really tits up and im left without my work friend...thats all rather deep so I'll throw a big finger wag 'mazin salute to that.
On other news, Siavash is my new best tv friend, im frigging shit at cycling and yet again my hair dye is fading.
LOU
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