No, it's not bad to be playing pretend a week before you're 17. I'm nearly 18 and I still pretend that I'm in Mirrors Edge, or SplinterCell, walking around my house with Air Pistol held high, god forbid I run into my step-dad when he's come home from the pub out of his head, or he may be full of lead... Pellets.
Its not bad at all. People like us have all the fun. Anyone else enjoys cheese or wine or some wank like that.
It's my last shift at Morrisons for the new year tonight. Not by any fault of my own. My big ball needs extracting etc. The doctors haven't actually told me if I'm going to be in hospital for longer than a day. I hope not, otherwise my Photography teacher is going to be pissed, as I promised I would accompany him to the Handsworth Morrisons to buy his daughter an xbox with my Discount card.
Again, nothing remotely interesting has happened to me since my last blog. I woke up at 1. Turned on the xBox to find out that my fucking game I was playing last night hadn't saved. (major fucking let down) Because me being the lazy fuck that I am, I don't know if I can be bothered to regain the 3 hours that I had spent doing missions for the 3rd Row Saints, even though it's my favorite game at the minute, games like that are completely ruined when you're xbox decides not to fucking save. Makes me cry D:
For some reason, Oli keeps tagging me in Skyrim pictures. I think he needs to get a bit more of a life. Anyone agree with me? No, oh well, I know I'm right.
I wonder if I'll be returning to the realm of cheese tonight, I've not been filling my cheese isle for the last couple of weeks, I've been discovering the new wonders of; Eggs, Juice, Bread and Butter. My life is too jam packed of fucking explosive exciting shit for me to be able to sit down and think about stuff. SO JAM PACKED OF BREAD!
Although when I was actually filling bread, I more or less went in to a trance for 4 hours of my life, seriously considering my what options I would have in the Situation of a ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE It was wierd. Although I have discovered that the one place I hate more than any other is the place that I would chose to hide in. Morrisons. I really think that that would be the best option. There are 2 gun shops en route to Morrisons from my house, and Morrisons really has everything that you could ever wish to have during a zombie apocalypse. It has food, Meat(which you could let rot and throw at the zombies as a distraction) and a big fuck off warehouse, that you can completely seal off, and repel the zombies major style.
As I'm typing this, I'm noticing that Morrisons isn't actually a word recognized by the dictionary on my computer, but Zombie and Skyrim are. How bizzarre.
I don't know if I'm seriously going to start posting daily on this blog, I really don't think enough people like it enough for me to be spamming the shit out of their news feed every day with the blog. I'm not sure. I might just not post it and let people discover it for themselves. I don't know. Comment telling me what I should do. Or text me...
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