You're in luck...update on it's way My birthday was the 8th Diamonte Thanks :lovestruc

Warning-Lot's of swearing in this one...more than usual anyway lol



My last scrub in the feral slimy shower.
I graduated today, mum is proud as. Both kids going to uni and graduating with flying colours. If I have to hear how proud she is one more time I’m gonna stick my head in a vice. Nah seriously, she means well. Love me ma.
Her and dad set me up with some funds so I can buy myself a house, even if she did beg me to move back in.

Tomorrow night I will be washing in my very own brand new ‘clean’ shower.
Right now I’m gonna eat the last plate of spag bol I will probably eat for the rest of my life.



Josh and his girl Tiffany will be shacking up with me until they find their own place. I’m cool with that. We all each get a grant of 20 grand when we move back to Riverblossom so we’ll be set. Plus the shit from here we’ll be taking hehe.
I finally get to buy an old car to do up. A dream I’ve had for a while…..gone off the sport a bit.

‘Kev, ay Kev…snap out of it dude’



Nothin’s changed in the 4 years I’ve been here, as you can see. Nothin' much left I can do for these guys. Too many bubbles me thinks.
Ash got expelled so he’s gone. Poor dude. Hope he’s doin’ ok. Castor and Kev are both on academic probation. Nothin’ new.

‘Ah for fuck’s sake Kev’



‘Sleep in his food again eh?’
‘You surprised Josh?’
‘Nup’

If he spent less time stompin’ on the cockroaches and more time calling an exterminator he'd have time to sleep.
Out there day and night they are.
Saw ‘em again this morning and castor was crying about it this afternoon. The Llama dude was doin’ his cheer when he broke down.



The cheer worked a treat….for about a minute. Castor even joined in.



Keira and I still can’t figure out for the life of us what the fuck a kerbit is. Some inside secret everyone else knows about except for us. We pledged the Llama into the Greek house so we could get him to clean up around the house. It didn’t last long. But he did spray some of those roaches.
Loves that cheer that dude. Even does it when we’re sleeping. And some of us like to sleep in the rain.



If I never hear another cheer again it will be too soon.

Josh is eating in the fly infested kitchen that I have given up on cleaning. I won’t have to put up with it anymore so I really couldn’t give a fuck. I wash my own plate as he discusses woohoo with another chic who’s invited herself over. They love coming over for fried green fly sandwiches.



Why does everyone call it woohoo? What’s wrong with just shag or bonk or plain old sex?? Fuckin’ woohoo. I suppose that’s what they call out when they get some. Me, I’d call it ‘Geronimo!’ hehe