you know what i miss?
eight; horrible voices, bad teeth, bad hygeine.
twenty-one; a holiday with a couple of lovely people would be nice. nowhere fancy, just a holiday camp or something. they’re always a laugh. butlins maybe. park resorts.
thirty-two; i don’t like boys, i’m not into children.
thank you for following me
torchwood was good.
back to being bored out of my fucking skull.
going to watch torchwood episode four. bye.
i’m so fucking bored.
okay, like everyone got in.
sorry for sleeping.