So some silly twat, lets call her... twatface...
Has decided to talk in her journal about how fat I am.
... I'm quite pregnant you mentally damaged twat-tard.
Some people are just... I can't even try to explain the mentality of people.
Who gives a fuck if I'm 150kg or 50kg, why does what someone looks like affect people so much?
What ever happened to just liking someone for who they are?
She had never spoken to me. Twatttty.
Either way, she's a twat.
I'm happy, fat or not, I will have a daughter and she will just have her incredibly stupid views on life.
Pretty sure there is a baby inside of me, just sayin'.
23 weeks.
Now I know its not just me who has noticed how incredibly shit VF has been over the last few months.
Or is it just me? No, surely not.
I have to rely on Facebook for my entertainment these days... Woe is me I know.
I don't know if this site is just full of shit people now or what.
The cults are dying, even the active and decent ones.
So my friend and I went to Coles to buy some Dijon Mustard, we bought the cheap Coles brand as we only needed a little.
Apparently, being cheap bastards was not the best idea.
This little fellow, shall we call him... Larry? Well, he decided to be dead inside the sealed, unopened jar.
Of course me being incredibly stupid, says to my friend 'Hey, that kinda looks like a spider!'
Yeah. Larry must have really liked Dijon Mustard, so much he died for it.
