boyfriend’s coming over in 3 hours; in that time i need to get dressed, tidy the kitchen, put a wash on, tidy my room, go to tesco and buy ingredients for dinner (don’t even know what the fuck i’m cooking), and go to uni and hand in my assignment. AND i have cheer tonight.

this requires me to be fucking superwoman or some shit. I AM NOT SUPERWOMAN AND I WANT TO CRY.