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March 5th

My dad is 79. He is the greatest man that ever lived. He is everything I wish I could be. Autocorrect on my phone told him I had got sacked (I haven't) and this was my gift to him this morning. Which he had for about 8 hours before I actually spoke to him (due to ironically being at work) and told him to stop worrying. I am pretty sure he will have to worry soon. Not today. I am such a dick.

Speaking of dicks it turns out dancing girl is awful in real life so not watching her anymore. Will watch someone playing Dark Souls instead.

Speaking of watching things I never wanted series 2 of Fleabag. The first series was just so perfect and complete they can only fuck series 2 up. That being said it was astounding. Now I really want a series 3 of Fleabag thank you very much.

Speaking of series 2's. Derry Girls stars in 6 minutes. Hope thats good.

Speaking of good Celebs go dating is on. This is not good. Not good at all.

Speaking of not good at all. I am getting rid of Instagram. It's not for me to be creepy on. This can be my social media. A place where two people seem to come every day (hello). Two people is about right for me. Thats my level of social media. I would get rid of the twitter but I have the name so I will just sit on it and never use it as there doesn't seem any point any more. Expect random pictures of cows and guitars to arrive here soon. My book is now a picture book.

Speaking of no point any more. There isn't really is there? To anything.

Assassins Creed is still good though so thats worth hanging around for.

Oh and Bake-off. But no Kim-Joy so there is no point to that either.

Anyhow. Derry Girls.

Speaking of Derry Girls I watched both the Inbetweeners films yesterday and today. They are short enough to get away with it. Just.

Happy Birthday Dad. Love you xxx

OOOO a trailer for The Division 2. Hope thats worth the £92 I have already spunked on it (it won't be).

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