piano and instant whip

sometimes angel delight can go too far. and it stops tasting like strawberry and starts tasting like five month old baby vomit. looking forward to seeing Kyle’s to-do tomorrow; then a chill back at mine should be dandy. but the reason i bring up babies is that the fostering network have seen fit to send us a smelly-shitty-screamy one. five months on earth and already a complete  ”>twat. im unsurprised; he’ll be a crack addict by christmas, put a fiver on it. so much on my mind; obviously Natalie cuz she just wont actually get OUT my head. im unsure whether that should be comforting or just plain creepy. loving work atm though in a way… piratey goodness. i just OO ARRR everyone now. get some right funny looks; some chavs even like to pull my sword occasionally. oh theyre so lovely at towers; really everyone i such good fun. oh god it’s so shit guys it really is. then i go home sometimes and just play music; i love playing my piano… or just singing under my breath and reminiscing about last band practice. im dead happy at the moment anyway; lets pray it lasts. playstationthree time. x