I am the pure evil one...

doing it to annoy a friend, i hope it works hahah

Close up, grab stuff from the house and then back to Wales.

On more than one occasion I’ve told a chair to fuck up and leave me alone because it kept getting in my way, and now today I’ve told my phone to grow up about 5 times expecting it to listen. 

I can’t wait to get back to Port Talbot for a bit. 

Also what the fuck are heelies? and why am i being asked if i sell them? 

Working in this shop is slowing making me hate everyone.

I can’t tell you how much something is if you don’t tell me what it is you want to know the price of. Thick cunt.

Sometimes i wish i didn’t have to talk to everyone that walks in, some people just don’t stop talking.