This morning they weans had me up at 6.30am. I suppse thats what I get for putting them to bed at 6.30 last night so I could lie and enjoy my migraine in peace and quiet. I knew that bacon and brie sandwich fae Obriens wisney a good idea. Brie. Somebody asked me what Brie is and I said its a type of cheese. “Awright, cheese give me migraines!” they said. Aye, it gies me migraines as well but I had forgot about that until they reminded me…..i ate the fucken thing anyway.
Bacon and Brie sandwhich fur £3.95. £3.95? Thats a Happy Meal fae McDonalds wi an extra burger and chips. Or, as I usually get, exta chips and a plain sunday to dip the chips in (sick?)…. pure fucken bruilliant.
Anywie, so av been in a cunt tae a mood aw morning.
A heard the close cleaners oot cleaning the close anaw. Noo, everycunt in this close paies an extra £8 fae their housing benefit to these cunts, so they never see it. Except I pay these cunts out oot ma ain money….oot ma ain fucken money. And I could dae a better fucken joab masel if a stuck a dead dug oan the end of a stick, dipped it in pish and mopped the stairs.
So a fucken burst oot ma door ready to ask them if they needed a fucken haun or did they wahnt tae bend me oor every week for the money to ‘clean’ the close, when I saw, what I can only describe as the mirror image of myself stauning. A didn’y have the heart to have a go at the poor lassie. So a left it and went in and kicked fuck oot the cat.