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Shitty Shit McShit. With knobs on.
Am having day of unspeakable woe, crapness and shiteness. Everything that could possibly go wrong has done, and there's just overflowing crapness and nothing working and everything a big pile of poo, and not even blue poo but bollocksy crappy poo-coloured poo.
[Debbie has, however, informed me that eating lots of beetroot will turn my wee purple. This may be a lie. I'm not sure I can put myself out like that again. The emotional frenzy that I suffered on not having blue poo was a dreadful experience, and a repeat with non-appearing purple wee would be unsupportable.]
Anyway. Shit. Shit at work. Shit at home (not proper domestic me-and-Katie-shouting-and-divorcing-and-cutting-up-each-other's-clothes shit, just grocery shit). Shit everywhere.
And I'm about to overdose on maltesers. The outlook is not good.
[Debbie has, however, informed me that eating lots of beetroot will turn my wee purple. This may be a lie. I'm not sure I can put myself out like that again. The emotional frenzy that I suffered on not having blue poo was a dreadful experience, and a repeat with non-appearing purple wee would be unsupportable.]
Anyway. Shit. Shit at work. Shit at home (not proper domestic me-and-Katie-shouting-and-divorcing-and-cutting-up-each-other's-clothes shit, just grocery shit). Shit everywhere.
And I'm about to overdose on maltesers. The outlook is not good.
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I still feel abit sick. Feel sorry for meeeeeeeee. I had half a sandwich for lunch and am veeeery slowly making my way through a can of cocal cola. (I eschewed the drinks machine in faour of the shop. I thought it was best.)
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I feel you made a wise decision in re drinks machine. Your sagacity is unmatched...
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