miserablemabel
I woke up, suddenly in a cold sweat.I jumped up out of my rock hard bed and tripped on the strap of my sassy, sexy, studded bra. It is my favourite bra, sometimes I truly believe that it possesses some sort of special power that makes me somewhat stronger and even more sassy in every way possible. But that's just an accusation. I am yet to discover the truth.
As I approached the bathroom to brush my disgusting teeth that still had some guacamoly on them from last week and to rid my breath of the pleasantly vile smell of onion, I came to a sudden stop. I had remembered. I promised myself I wouldn't forget which I was slightly angered by as I had indeed forgotten. But at least now I have remembered about the one thing I was certain I wouldn't forget.. I was to meet Richard at precisely 3.31pm today. I turned sharply to look at the clock on the cold hard wall, it was 3.31pm(and 6 seconds). I'm late. Shit.
Richard warned me - if I were late, he would kill me with his spoon and cow.
I know