mama chicken is moving back to london on tuesday. this is no good, who will give me that much needed incredible advice now?! this has come around a lot quicker than expected, i swear i had plans to grab a drink with her and strath and bean and to talk about hobbits and to compete in pub quiz’s..? oh dear, oh dear! i feel like an awful friend because i even managed to miss her birthday party last night. and so tomorrow night i promise i shall scavenge some money from somewhere and we shall amuse ourselves at the snake catcher with tequila slammers. oh ain’t it funny how quickly everything changes? presumably i’ve worked at fat face for 8 months now and i don’t understand how, because that means that i’ve been 18 for nearly 8 and a half months and i still feel ever so young ahahah.. not soon now ‘til people start running off to uni, this is sad.
