Imagery poeple

So guess whose back with a brand new blog post..
wow that was cringe
Oh well, i did say i wasn't going to blog till September, but frankly my blogs my dairy and no one reads this pile of shit anyway so its all goodddd. Well even if you do read its pretty much made up of me bitching about everything in my life.

So, Summer eh. The time where you can go anywhere, the season associated with freedom and tans. Well let me let you on to a widely known secret, i am naturally tanned and you cant go anywhere when you have no money. Welcome to the dairy of a poor girl, or the Summer of a poor girl i should say. Hey, that would make quite a good blog name wouldn't it? 'A Poor Girls Summer', you like? Oh well i don't care i like it so your just going to have to grin and bare it. Anyway what was i talking about? Oh right, Summer is shit when your poor:
1) You have to walk everywhere/ beg for lifts of people who can drive (not parents because my dad is a prick, mummy works and J anelles... well, look at her blogpost)
2) Food, what food?
3) Fags,  Oh right, the 20 deck we bought of our parents lose change/stole of our parents/ stole of other people.
4) Alcohol, wha- ahh i lie, vodka is always a priority, and i still have 3/4 of our vodka from Ella's left, but that is for special occasions (like when we get out GCSE results back, you know, to drink away our parents disappointment). Anyway the rest is stolen.
5) Clothes: a poor girls fashion; i.e stealing, borrowing and re-making. yayyyy, not.
And the list goes on, but it think i've bored you enough, so, the question on everyone's mind;
''Well stop your bitching and get a job you lazy brat'' 
20 CV's handed out in Watford and STA later, I'm still jobless and poor.

Anyway, enough of my bitching about being poor, everyone's poor, nothing we can do about it eh? Just means that I, like most of you out there, have to be creative. I Will tell you about my day later, because frankly, I'm boring myself let alone all you imagery people reading my blog.