There seems to be a small child running around my house and she is driving me mental.
I am a lover of Brand new, tattoos, cupcakes, things that make me laugh and cats.
I also have flexible spine and a killer rack.
So. Today a bad fucking day. Car troubles. Parent troubles. Crying and being emotional.
BUT my car is in the garage. My presentation is done. (got 2 merits) Got marks back for essay. (merit pass) I need one more merit and I have officially got enough credits to get in to university. Scary shit.
