Crappy Wednesdays

Dear Diary,

I knew this was happening. I saw it coming. And I've known it was coming from the start. But I am still utterly and MASSIVELY under-prepared for the fact that Mum and Dad are coming home TOMORROW. I can't believe the freedom, which I've become so blissfully used to, will soon be gone. And not only that, but as it stands, Shaun has left me completely in the lurch and ignored my frantic messages to come home and help me tidy up (something Mum SWORE he had to do). So, following a knackering pub shift (darts night), I'm stuck in the house alone, tidying mess that isn't mine.

And on top of all that, yesterday I was the most unbelievable bell-end and accidentally put my phone - MY PHONE - in the washing machine (I'd dropped it onto a waiting pile of clothes and forgotten to pick it up). Having never made such a catastrophic mistake before, I discovered the hard way that:
a) Washing machine doors don't open straight away, despite smacking, wrenching and pleading, and:
b) Mobile phones don't work after being washed, despite smacking, wrenching and pleading.

So, I now also can't text or call anyone. I couldn't before (bill issues, phone cut off - same shit, different month) but somehow this was different - this was like having my arm cut off. I didn't even have access to anybody's numbers and certainly didn't know any off by heart. In a nutshell, I am fucked. Thank god for Facebook, that's all I'm saying.

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Current Mood: pissed off and scared
Current Music: "Hate it or love it" - The Game ft. 50 Cent