there was a young girl called georgie,who had a rather peculiar corgi,
he lived in the closet,
and was washed with a faucet,
cos he was a fucking dog.

things is was choosing. before, i would've asked for a million different albums that all sounded the same, and i'm comfortable admitting that now. i have no idea how my family put up with me when all they could hear from my room was "KJFSHENOIRJGPOERKJTOPEKRF!!!!" i doubt work will like what i like now, considering i work for Telford ROCKS but they'll have to put up with it ^_____^





WANT.