It gets my goat when I go with my boyfriend to our local corner shop, and there's a group of silly 14-year-olds hanging around outside, thinking they look hard in their hooded tops and tracksuits that their mum washes and irons for them, that ask him to buy them cigarrettes and/or alcohol.
To those annoying little brats: You're pathetic. Get a life. Then when you're old enough you can ruin it with fags and booze.
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2008-06-12 @ 18:21