travelling. not the going to new places and seeing folks and hanging out and shit, that's super sweet, it's the getting to and getting back that makes my fucking soul hurt.
also: our fucking painter, who managed to leave our house lit up like a shitting christmas tree, curtains open and the heating on full blast for 3 days. cockney cunt.
travelling. not the going to new places and seeing folks and hanging out and shit, that's super sweet, it's the getting to and getting back that makes my fucking soul hurt.
also: our fucking painter, who managed to leave our house lit up like a shitting christmas tree, curtains open and the heating on full blast for 3 days. cockney cunt.