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Seventy km in a car with my mum isn't bad. Ok, make it 140 total, since we drove home and all.
Sometimes car trips with her are hell on wheels (quite literally), but this one went nicely, I think. We didn't argue. We talked about my sister's being on bedrest for the next six weeks and the fact that I need to get rid of some things that I don't really need. She thinks I've got too much stuff. I think she thinks I plan to move house to Birmingham with the rest of the family if that's what they end up doing. Wrong. If I move house to anywhere, it'll be to London right enough.
I'm going to colour my hair pink again. Maybe pink Chelseas aren't cool, but like I care. I'll leave the back of my hair (all 3 mm of it *snork*) the natural colour, and colour my fringe pink.
So that's that, then. I'm bloody well starving to death over here.
Sometimes car trips with her are hell on wheels (quite literally), but this one went nicely, I think. We didn't argue. We talked about my sister's being on bedrest for the next six weeks and the fact that I need to get rid of some things that I don't really need. She thinks I've got too much stuff. I think she thinks I plan to move house to Birmingham with the rest of the family if that's what they end up doing. Wrong. If I move house to anywhere, it'll be to London right enough.
I'm going to colour my hair pink again. Maybe pink Chelseas aren't cool, but like I care. I'll leave the back of my hair (all 3 mm of it *snork*) the natural colour, and colour my fringe pink.
So that's that, then. I'm bloody well starving to death over here.
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