I don't think I will ever understand the point of fireworks.
Especially when they go on for fifty two years, with random theme tunes playing in the background.
Moreover, I find it difficult to understand why we'd be forced to pay (well, Joe was forced to pay, as I am slightly devoid of money) an extortionate amount, and then be chucked out forty five minutes later.
Alas.
I think it is mostly that fireworks are greatly depressing.
It's alright for all the coupley couples who have hands to clasp whilst gazing up the the sparkling droplets of flame, descending from the blackened night sky. And it's fine if you are one of the coupley type, so you can huddle with them to keep warm (and it's all ways DARN COLD on fireworks night). So if you are all alonio, then fireworks are depressing. It's the law.
Ah get me, getting all sadfaced. But do not fear folks, for I shall be back to my usual malehating self soon. I feel it a-comin' on. Bloody gits.
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On Monday, I have to go to school again.
I have three essays, two sets of sheets for human blodge, critical thinking nonsense and an art composition in for this week.
This is what my free Tuesday mornings are for.
Well, that and drinking too much tea.
6 comments:
WOW SOUNDS LIKE A COOL NIGHT, I WISH I WAS THERE!
Don't be so SOPPY. You slimy dishcloth.
Peace off, Lemonboard
I AGREE. FIREWORKS BAD. But sparklers are cool. Especially throwing them at the couples.
Not that I did that.
They were just chavs.
xbumx
Cassie, you are a loser.
LOSER.
I spent fireworks night lying under a table trying to stop my dog from having a nervous breakdown.
That, and playing with sparklers with my mother/little sister in the garden.
YOU ARE A LOSER.
Yeah but at least you're not Simon Webbe.
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