Bella

Bella, my cat, is a sweet little cat, barely over a year old, who's very cuddly and sweet, I'll try to get a picture of her for you:

Ok, it came out there. I'm not moving it

Isn't she a lovely little kitty, sitting there all adora-

She's the fucking spawn of Satan. She woke me up numerous times last night, meowing repeatedly. You don't understand just how repeatedly I mean. She actually manages to interrupt her own meow with the next meow. It's fucking ridiculous.

I've inspired myself, you can see my other cats if you'd like:

This is Missy:

That upload thing's shite, it's making me upload everything twice. I give up. That's 2/3 of my cats for you.

So, on top of the cat waking me up, I must've had some bad dreams, because I woke up on what can only be considered the wrong train of thought. Along this train of thought, I concluded that two weeks off could hardly have come at a better time: I've been stressed and seriously needing to get away from things for a while now.

And now for a rant.

My auntie Janette (I don't know if that's how it's spelt) is a fucking bitch. Me and Jamie, trying to watch a film (ok, it was a stand-up, but the point remains). We were half way through it when she fucking well comes in and starts bellowing at the top of her voice, just in case we could hear it and enjoy ourselves, then fucking will and jack come in: start telling us (in detail) about how they're doing on various games, and asking us about what we do on those games (which we don't own), and generally being themselves. By this point, me and Jamie have sat right next to the T.V. (Yes, right fucking next to it. I am not exaggerating.) and we can't hear a fucking word. Janette comes in, sits where Jamie was sitting, and had put his jacket, (bear in mind she made him give up this fucking seat in a vain attempt to hear the fucking T.V), and she said, in full confidence, not a shred of remorse or shame in her fucking voice:
"Who's is this? Jamie's? What, does he just dump it anywhere now?"

On reflection, I handled the situation badly. I didn't say anything; what I should've said was:
"Dick off, you fucking whore. If our roles were currently reversed, you'd be telling us to shut up and how children weren't like that in your day. I really fucking hope you die in a fucking hole so that we don't have to hear your fucking voice; your life means less to me than hearing the rest of what Michael McIntyre has to say."

Anyway, I'm not sure what time it is: we've just gone off true time, so I'm pretty damn confused as to whether I've got ten minutes or an hour and ten minutes before I have to go out. Fucking clocks.

I've got to go out at some point, anyway, to set up my Wii at my mum's friend's house. They're borrowing it, seeing as I don't use it.

Right, going now. Enjoy life.

Adieu.