I tend to find post-california life one big joke. Not only have i got a cold and sore throat but it's raining more than before i left and a balaclava-clad thug tried to rob my house last night - the sheer irony being that i was stranded in crime-strewn Peterborough at the time.
The matter of fact is NO-ONE tries to break into people's houses around here. Not only is Dereham horrifically confined, but everyone knows everyone to an extent that the proposed thief's mother probably buys her groceries off my parents. I currently feel further stranded in some poorly-concieved sitcom where burglars actually wear balaclavas and dress in black, avidly waiting in the hedgerow for my mother to leave to pick up her daughter who has had a mini adventure of her own during the course of the day; this ill-assembled blog the moral highground of today's episode and the character-consumer speech to make respective viewers out there consider the safety of their home and to be aware of when the last bus leaves so mummy doesn't have to come and rescue you at 11pm.
I'm money-pent and labour-addicted, worked today and work tomorrow. This is all i want to do with my time. I have plans to save up for that don't involve any of you.
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