I've had the most unproductive day EVER.
I have literally watched TV and stuffed my face.
In other news twat face text earlier to confirm he is coming round tomorrow morning to collect stuff. I asked him to send me the money he owes for the bloody skip, he said yes he will. He hasn't.
I've hidden a few things he probably was expecting to take. Like the £100+ printer he made me buy him for Christmas and I happily did so not knowing he'd just had sex with somebody's grandmother for the first time. I predict there will be ugly scenes. He won't take all his junk. Won't give me the money.
Won't fuck off and die.
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