Was up the whole night. With my sis. Got a brekkie in Mace with her. Trying to work out a finance plan. O' Farrell rang me while looking at TV to apologise for asking me for money on a constant basis and to bring me out for drinks. How it started, the previous Friday, I was in the Outhouse, getting a green tea for the cinema, and O' Farrell asked me if I could get him a Coke Zero. Now normally, I don't mind €1.50(price of coke), however he knew that I had issues with my finance for the past two week, as I had paid for my laundry(€30) AND haircut(€18), meaning I had jack shit for myself, let alone my willy. I had told upmpteen times in the two weeks, yet he asks me, so I just exploded not they way you're all thinking - hahaah, but actually in a nice calmly fashion. By that I mean, when O' Farrell asked me, I said to David who works behind the counter, and said "I suppose i'll have to pay for everyone". Poor David didn't know what to say let alone do. I never looked at O' Farrell's reaction.
So after the phonecall, I immediately for a split second got thoughts of self harm, ie blades.
So on a lighter note, I was taking pics with the Yes Equality App with my +Puppys Stanescu , +Georgian Stanescu and of course my beloved +Inflatables Stanescu . Awwwww
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