Gaah.

I should read my friends list. I should. But I havent been online in a couple days, and it's too long. And I'm lazy.

I have re-applied for a student visa for the spring semester. Let's see what happens. I'll try not to be kicked out of school for turning up to class drunk this time. My mum's sick of doling out the dosh for my misadventures, so I'll try to make this one work out. It might even be too late, and I'll have to wait til the autumn again, but we'll see.

And I'm dying dying dying for new ink, but I really should not be getting anything done. I've got financial obligations for the next 3 lifetimes as it is, and forking over a couple hundred quid for a decent tattoo isn't responsible.

I need a new boyfriend. Nothing's wrong with the one I've got, but I could use another for when this one's on the fritz. Tom'd be nice. Yeah, I think so. He's just like Liam, only not Scottish. And with more tattoos.

My God, I'm rambling. Shoot me.

Trolling for Dollars.

Why can't I shut the fuck up?

Why do I give myself fits like this? Because I'm sodding bored, that's why.