At The Fairground...(8)

Having enough of Jess, I left her to herself watching her stupid programme about a timeline on glass bottle making hosted by Jeremy Clarkson.
I then went out and met some real friends and had a great time.
Took out some money, got caned in a shed which has everything in it! Then went to the fair. It was actually alrite. Met loads of people and tried to get into a bus, but we couldn't surprisingly. At about 12 decided to go back, so we just had a smoke and then I went in. Had a great sleep.
Today i'm going back over there.
Jess is doing my head in.
And so is her mum. They both make remarks all the time when i'm over.
At 4 oclock she still hadnt got dressed, or made any effort to come out, she spent 3 hours ironing and complaining about everything, when all she had to Iron was about 6 items of clothing...
This break has been needed.



<- Look who's trying to make a reappearance.











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Matt : do u like me still
Tabby : i dunno
Tabby : y?
Matt : i like u
Matt : and over kirstie
Matt : now
Tabby : what am i sposed to say about that?
Matt : u love me

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Matt: i love u
Matt : can u say u love me to
Matt : it will help me sleep

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For some reason I'm not convinced, possibly it's because the fact that he's constantly flattering me to try and get me to either a) show him my tits, or b) play with myself for him...
He's exactly the same in real life aswell. So I'm thinking a no. But it's hard lol.

Tabby xxxxx