Laura McSheffrey

 We used to fight like cat and dog and not get on at all. That wasn’t either of our faults, but a horrible side effect that comes with being manipulated by someone.
I love my mum to bits. she’s brilliant and I can talk to her about literally anything. We get on so well and have hilarious banter. We’re so alike its freaky sometimes.

I have a shitload right now.

Probably biggest one is that saas won’t get their arse in gear in time for uni starting on the 19th, and my rent is due on the 28th so they really need to move it.

got so much on my mind right now i just need to get away and not think about it otherwise i’ll have more anxiety attacks and i really would rather avoid that…

Certain I already answered this question so instead I’ll post a picture of my two most recent pets, both of which we had to give away :(

Kiba

Jasper <3

One day, when I’m not such a lazy shit and can actually be arsed looking after a pet, I’m going to get another wee (housetrained) cat like jasper. I miss him, he was gorgeous but with me going to uni and my mum’s work, we never had the time for him so had to give him up :( </3 

When we were young I was the wee annoying bastard who was always a pain in the arse and done the stupidest shit just to annoy my sister. I dunno if much has changed except from the fact i’m not here as much to be an annoying bastard haha.
We are opposites in so many ways but like some of the same geeky stuff. She introduced me to the world of gaming at a very young age (with the sega megadrive \m/ ) and Final Fantasy, and for that, I am forever grateful  

Smallville on E4+1

Get Productive!

Since Opal Halls in Dundee have decided to fuck me over and STILL haven’t given me a reference, I’ve decided to bombard them with e-mails over the weekend, even though I know reception is unmanned at this time. They’ll have a lovely backlog to read on monday morning <3

ALSO. Time to start looking for a part time job in dunders to finally pay back my terrifying overdraft.

Hopefully this will take my mind off everything else decaying away in my brain.

looking through old(ish) photos/comments on facebook and finding myself hilarious, genuinely just laughed out loud there and went “i’m quite funny” to an empty room.
oh dear.

your-depressed-friend:

That’s just how I see it. And you know it’s true.