When I was waking up from surgery dosed up on a candy bar full of drugs I began humming this, which lead to trying to whistle then tears..
I was in hysterics.
One weeks time surgery, for some long awaited news. Plus 2 days to that I turn 22. Which means on that day I then have 30 days to shape up for a winter holiday.
Although, depending on the results I get I may need to change everything.
So many possibilites..
Getting a little nervous.
Social media = My laneway to experisson of inner tensions
Fuck yes !
Having a sicky from uni, not feeling to splendid. So Im sitting watching the telly on mute whilst reading uni related updates and such and then a wild Fassbender apears on The Veiw.. Suddenly these clucking hens are watchable.