I can't see the police driving towards me until the last minute. I've always prided myself on being a fairly great cop spotter but I got caught speeding home the other day.
Once the police realise I've got demerits in the negatives, they'll be coming to cut up my licence. I'm hoping they'll do it after I'm off home d as there's less chance of them saying "Ahh fuck it. She's better off locked up"
{Positive thinking shall be my friend}
In saying that, the past 3 times I've come home I've been late. Gary is going to be SO pissed when he next comes visiting. I am shitting bricks at the thought.
{67 days to go}
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