Tomorrow is going to be hell, quite simply. Work 5am-4pm and then 6pm-12am. Yeah fair enough its money but it'll soon spend that on comics, a tattoo, my proposed trip to california or on petrol. Half the time i can't even face getting in my car knowing how much its gonna cost me to fill it up. I feel sorry for anyone living in Chelsea, the price is a sweet £1.50 a litre. That's fucking ridiculous! Some article i read today stated that for every £75 you spend on petrol £44 of it is tax.
I then, after reading, compiled a short list of things i'd spend £44 on;
1)Some new heels
2)my plane fare
3)my tattoos
4)River Island
5)The rest of the Naruto book series
6)THAT bag out of soho-hip.
I dunno, what probably more resembles hell is the fact that regardless of how much they charge us, the problems they are trying to solve will never get better. They're keeping people alive a lot longer than they should and suppyling free health care to people who don't even have full British citizenship. Again in another article i read today however there is new law on disability allowance so finally they're salvaging some of the money being spunked out of the system.
It doesn't help i'm currently listening to Suicide File. And have been revising all day. Not only am i slightly disappointed in myself that i always kinda forget how amazing suicide file are but i'm physically sick of studying. I haven't even done that much studying considering but still if i make one more flash card i might just spontaneously combust or do a Britney and shave my head to get attention.
I propose for an early night, post reading in the bath and watching peepshow.
Save me?
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