Poetry Competition
Dear dairy

I decided after last weekends piss up not 2 go out 2nite with aunt millie. Instead I stayed in and finished off a poem 4 a poetyr competition writing about work.

I'll put it here but i also put it on my poems page which u should all checko ut. They r messages from my soul aunt millie says. I cant show her this 1 tho cos its got swearng in it.

Its Called - Linda the Bitch

She always tells me what to do
do this, do that
the stupid moo
Its not her job to tell me to.
Linda the bitch

Everyday I have to see
Linda in her pvc
or boobtube or her mini skirt
the stupid slag is such a flirt.
Linda the bitch

One day I'm gonna shut her up
ive already spat in her cup
bet her tea never tasted the same
as my thick gob since that day.
Linda the bitch

For now my story must come to an end
this girl will never be my friend
she'll barely even look trend -y
Linda the bitch.

The End

I didnt write down all the stuff she tells me 2 do cos i couldnt get it 2 rime properly but they didnt say it had 2 be pages long or anythign.

I think i might habve a vhance of winning the work catergory cos every1 else will have big long poems that dont rime or anything and thats just stoopid.

Work was crap today and i missed the start of Big Brother the evisction nite. Im glad that cow stef got booted out first. And Cameron won... hes such a sweety even with his silly accent.

i'm going off 2 bed now cos i start at 8 2moro morning. nite nite xx