Miss Peaches Kapow!

"I don't have one single friend who actually enjoys their job.
Each one counts down the days until Friday night.
I'm not ready to be that miserable."
I'm a fucking flunker.
And you know what?
I DON'T CARE.
It's the fucking dog's bollocks.
We'll do it one Tuesday MONDAY.
FRUCKIN' HELL,
IT'S KATE!
♥ 16 and taken,
thank you.
♥ My boyfriend:
He's hopeless at Dance Mat.
He gets cramp at the wrong times.
He serenades me while playing Guitar Hero.
He makes up stupid stories about drug taking African animals, just to make me laugh.
Could I ask for more?
SO DON'T BOTHER TRYING. ♥
Even so:

End of.
♥ Don't ever ask me if I'm drunk unless you're looking for a blowjob.
And if you're looking for a blowjob, you won't get one. So just don't ask me if I'm drunk.
♥ I'm a fucking TREE MAIDEN.
♥ I'M A DIRTY GREEB TRAMP GOTH WITH BLACK HAIR.
[ Mrs. to you, Dom ]
♥ I love chugging it back.
♥ I love to P A R T Y.
♥ I love it when people talk complete shit with me.
♥ My profiles kinda cramped and stuff,
but I like it.
♥ I can't say 'accent' in a Welsh accent.
♥ I have one dimple.
And I never hiccup more than 3 times in a row.
♥ I miss the old Friday nights.
♥ I miss last summer.
♥ I miss how things used to be.

But enough of that bollocks.

THROW ME + SAM A PARTY +
WE'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER.
FACT.