I start reading up on the American Presidency candidates
and then I get so full of despair I have to stop. For one thing, Mitt and Newt? These are not names. That’s all I’ll say because otherwise I’ll just end up screaming at my computer, ‘NO UTERUS?! NO OPINION!’
not to sound like a completely typical Tumblr girl, but why on earth do I only get excited about a project at half eleven at night and spend the previous hours dossing around in my pyjamas, doing bollock all!