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just another overweight teenager who has no real goals in life except to work in lidl for free £4.95 champagne. i like jam sandwiches and i always wear a hat. i always wanted to be called felicity, but emily it is. that's my name.

an entry a day (basically a more clean version of this blog, the same entries but just more broken down and no random entries i'll stop rambling now)

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Drinking: Ribena

Listening to: Fleetwood Mac - Dreams

Overall feeling/mood: Excited

Had my Maths exam today. It was all like vectors and tangents and shit and that shit messes with my mind so I was like seriously man fuck that and sat there chewing my pen lid until it was all pruney. After the exam we went to pizza express for some pizza yeah no shit and the bitch forgot to put extra cheese on my pizza so out of spite she literally put a whole wad of cheese on there and was like ‘eat up little girl’ so I was like OKAY and ate the entire confection. Showed that Tanzanian cunt. Then I walked along to Dorking station only to find my mother could pick me up cos she was out anyway but I walked for like an hour just listening to a variety of country/folk music on my ipod (Alfonso II, 2nd most important thing in my life) and sat there waiting for my mum to pick me up. When she did I came home and played on sims cos I have an interesting life and I’m about to go to Anna’s for a ‘gossip’. Fuck I love ‘gossip’. ‘Gossip’.

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