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The First Day of March

Look I don't know what to tell you. Nothing is happening.

I watched a film with that girl from Game of Thrones and that other girl from the rapey Robin Thicke video in it where the girl from Game of Thrones was blind and it was a bit good at the beginning and then I lost interest.

I played some Assassaasssasssssasssinsssss Creed which is pretty good.

Me girl from Twitch is on twitch (as she seems to be all the time) doing her dance thing and keeping me company only she has put glasses on and has pigtails so she IS my type a bit today. She still wear stupid clothes and I am not sure how Twitch works.

She's howling now. Why would she do that?

Tomorrow will be the start of a lost weekend so I am staying away from all computers for about 48 hours (please let me stay away from computers for about 48 hours). I will be in work tomorrow though so you can have the play by play on 5 hours of that.

Still not reading. Need to read.

What is love? Baby don't hurt me no more......

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