i got woken up by my brothers alarm clock this morning. its 1 kooks song on repeat for half an hour. he didnt wake up. i couldnt wake him up, cos my back was hurting so much i couldnt move.
then i had to get the train, which was obviously shit.
then i get to work and the new cunt guy here starts talking about the benefits of a prada mobile phone.
anyone else care?