I finally gave in.
I'm not proud of it. Really. I'm not. But we got chased of Urbis the other day, so Rosie said we had to.
Fucking myspace, with all the fucking lame ass emos. They make me want to die.
With their stupid hair spray and everything. Do they know they're harming the enviroment with all those lame chemicals in that bottle of doom?
No, would be the simple answer. Much like their simple minds.
But anyway. As I was saying.
Myspace. Rosies mum won't let her on the computer. So of course she'll have to add to this while she's at my house. And not doing other stuff. Ahem.
It could be like almost a tribute to our love. Written down on an internet web page, for all to see. It'll be beautiful. As almost as much as her[♥] with her big gothic self.. and even before that with those bunches. Mmmm pig tails.
So what else do I write? About me? There isn't much about me to tell. Apart from Rosie. Okies. HOKAY. I'll try.
I live in Weatherfield in Manchester. Corrination Street? Heard of it? No. Didn't think so.
It's abit rubbish. Full of chavs. That bloody David. Yeah. And then if you go to Urbis its like emo city. Shame all the goths died out, long long ago, and evolved into wannabes.
I live with my Grandad and there was a pig but.. meh I dunno what happened to him. My dad died. Something to do with a monkey wrench. My sister.. bugger her. And my mums in jail. Is she? I actually can't remember. So, now it's just me and Grandad. I like it, though. Tis quite mint. ♥ ♥ ♥
