Oooh bad times
At least when I got set upon a couple of weeks ago I was armed with a bottle of wine and the ability to run faster than a bunch of stoned chavs. Had you looked at his pie funny or something?


Hope you're ok, don't stay in the house all scared like I did
(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Mon 28 Jun 2010, 20:31, archived)

I won't do.
He called me Emily. He thought I was someone else I think. It's no excuse though.

It's a disgrace. I lived in a shitty, rough council estate and it would NEVER have happened there.
( Wicca'd Witch needs ideas for a new sig on..., Mon 28 Jun 2010, 20:59, archived)

How odd, I recommend some kind of piss up
Followed by crying, followed by great ideas about what you should have done, followed by sleep, followed by striding manfully on
(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Mon 28 Jun 2010, 21:05, archived)

No booze. I have tramadol. I did crying, and shaking and feeling cold and hot and shit.
I know if I see him again, I'll kick seven shades of shite out of him. Job done. I will sleep.

Hopefully no black eye, no split lip, and no broken cheekbone.

I'm nails me.
( Wicca'd Witch needs ideas for a new sig on..., Mon 28 Jun 2010, 21:09, archived)