Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, just had to release that scream. My passion for life is fading fast. I'm sitting in Sugar Hut office waiting for Sarah to finish work. I'm starving hungry (in fact I'm so weak from lack of food that I can't stand up anymore), my whole body aches from running today (don't even ask!), I'm cold and tired and in need of a normal pissing bloke. I've smoked 100 fags, I wish I was out on my bike right now and I'm on the verge of calling a shag-buddy just to make me feel wanted for half an hour!!! I need help................ I'm losing the will to live right now and the fact that Sneak magazine are saying I look minging again this week has just pushed me over the edge. I feel like going down to their office, dragging the b*stard that wrote it out of their chair, pinning them to a wall by their throat before chucking them out of a 5th floor window. While I'm at it, I might go and drag Dimples off his stupid treadmill and give him what for as well. Anybody that messes with me tonight will feel my wrath and Jodie Marsh pissed off is not a good thing. Give me a few hours with Sarah and Lauren and let us win a few darts matches and I'll be smiling again. Blown out I tell you, blown out! Well good luck Dimples..... in finding a girl who can give you as good a blow job as I could have..........
I'm smiling again now
xx
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