PIPPA.

All ready, with nowhere to go.

Why are estate agents so fucking stupid?

I ring them up to get a bit of reassurance and find out when the fuck we go see the house and the stupid bitch just asks me for my phone number and starts talking to me about her emailing some random bloke called Matt Skyer. WHAT? I’M ON THE PHONE NOW YOU DAFT TWAT just let me book a viewing D:

Really want to just go on holiday right now and have peace and no worries for a week. And do lots of exciting things that I wouldn’t normally do and just live a bit. I’M BORED

Definitely the best thing I’ve ever bought. OBSESSED.