it's just too little too late

did this last night NICE ISN'T IT

i've had a fucking busy day and it means that i've only just got home ergo only just got the chance to blog ergo this is probably not published on saturday ergo my "blogging for ___ days straight" chain has been broken ergo i'm sad. it's half past midnight and i'm hoping i can trick my chromebook into thinking i wrote this much earlier than in reality but we'll see where that goes. it's going to be really short tonight because i'm exhausted.

"what the fuck are you on about?" QUICKLY before it's too late

woke up at 3am, panicking because my phone, thus my alarm, wasn't on.

didn't go back to sleep in fear of being late.

my charger was broken.

had a shower. 

realised my hamster had chewed through half her cage. 

masking taped it up and fucked off to work in a suit. 

work was long.

spent some downtime with some of my favourite nursery babes. 

stole a few glasses from wetherspoons because friday. 

went to my friend's new flat which is fucking incredible. 

saw a boy and three girls that i love with all my heart. 

played with the world's most beautiful cat. 

this bitch though 

experienced tinder.

spoke about my brain. 

judged people's snapchat decisions. 

got driven back to my house and was overcome with serious nostalgia.

came back home, after just shy of 17 hours, to find my hamster had escaped.

set up a trap and got her back into a (very airy, fully equipped) drawer. calm down PETA.

good effort rosa bear 

picked up a life's supply of sawdust from my floor.

realised i had a letter from someone!

wrote my worst blog to date. 

pre-empted nobody reading it and even fewer giving a shit. 

planned to eat a lot of sweets and some mikado.

signed out. 

OVER & OUT XO