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I washed my car on Sunday. I flung a bucket of water over it and a lot went over my head. BUT. That is not the point! Eyes on the story! I said to mum, whilst I was living at home: "Mum. My car smells like an ash tray. What's the dealio with that?"
And SHE said: "Don't be silly"
Anyways. I found 3! 3 - count em - cigarette butts under the seats.
WHAT THE JIGGINS!!!!

ALSO. I believe their are BEES in the fan in my room. BEES!!!!

ALSO. There is a man from the crazeeee house who wakes me up at the weekend yelling for Alan.
ALANNNNNNNNNNNN ALANNNNNNNNNNN ALANNNNNNNNNNNNNN . . . .
ALANNNN ALANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Lend us some money ALANNNNNNNNNNNN (no)
Sophie says I am sleepwalking but I'm not. Goddammit Alan answer him.