My Bloggy Wog

I am exhausted.

It’s 3.18am and I have finished doing a few of the things I hoped to complete tonight.

Some Random Thoughts From Today

I wanted to SMACK TALK but someone got pissy with me - quite violently so. 

I fucking HATE my boyfriend. 

I bloody LOVE my boyfriend and should be nicer to him. 

I should treat my boyfriend like a child - I will be less likely to get cross with him when he does ridiculously annoying things then.. but, if I treat him like this, will I want to fuck him? 

My stomach is REVOLTING. I can’t wait for the day it doesn’t hang down.

My tits are so large, when I sit like I am as I type, they are coming up around my chin.

What the fuck do I weigh? I didn’t weigh myself for two weeks… I can’t bear the thought of the scale going up after all this running. 

I have to go running tomorrow and it’s going to hurt like hell. 

I have so much filming to do for the SFC final video - I want to go out with a bang. 

My dog’s face smells of saliva and genitals. 

Night.