Tuesday

Im not opening any letters or emails not today. Latetr in wekek i have to see mutual friend to sort out who and what we need int he statements, but for now im resting, resting from those irational bastards.... so DIY then lol


well even when skint i feel the need to do stuff... so problem, the landing is dark and has four "beech" effect blank doors opening on to it, so no natural light can get thro em...option one glazed doors £30 is cheepest ive found cant aford that.... so latteral thinking. cut a window in the bathroom door. I have ajig saw and drill etc.... go buy soem glass place mats... draw round them cut out hole...only stupid me i cut em that size not alowing a lip to set them in, so the fell right thro'. But luckily i had six candle tray things in ruby red 45p each, bought six. now we have a line of three ruby red frosted windows in the bathroom door...neat


Any way i feel destructive towards "them" most of all i want to screw them about, i want thier lives to be fucked around with, i want them to suffer. In my head i compose my parting letter to them over and over again. And my proposed letter to the lad when he atains the right age adviseing him to sue the cunts.