I had a bad week. It wasn’t great.
I don’t think it’s going to work out with the rugby player. I’m not sure I like him that much and when I went out on Saturday to Krystle, he was there scoring another girl.
She’s an ugly slut hoe bag anyway.
I went to Mount Anvil with her. She was 2 years younger than me. But she still had an abortion in Transition Year. She told everyone it was a trip to Alton Towers.
She went away fat and came back skinny. So, like, it totally wasn’t and everyone knows because she was sleeping with her geography teacher.
It was just meant to be grinds, but the only thing grinding was her fat fanny off his beige cords.
She’s such a fake model too. She got her step-dad to pay for pictures of her on a beach in Crete one time. She’s never even done a proper hard modelling job for the lotto on Grafton Street.
I had a great time in the end at Krytle. I met a group of cool guys. They bought me and my friend Polly Davision champagne all night. It was great.
We went back to one of the guys hotel room in the Dean Hotel. We had to go anyway because his 30 year old daughter showed up and started shouting at him about his wife or something.
There was loads of cocaine in the room too. I am grateful that I don’t have to pay for it.
Then something amazing happened me. My guy said he’d pay for my new boobs! I was so happy. To celebrate we all had sex in the room. It was mad. I had 3 different willies by the end of the night. The oldest one was 67! I can’t even count that high!
Old willies look funny and smell weird.
I think I’ll keep seeing him. At least until he actually pays for my new boobs. I’m booking them this week. So exciting.
I’m so grateful to get my boobs paid for. It means so much to me.
This weekend I’ll just take it easy. I’ll stay in and take pictures of myself from the newspapers and post them online. I’ll pretend I’m showing off my outfit, but really I need people to think I’m important.
I’ll keep you guys updated on my new guy and let you know more news about my journey to new boobies.