some wee cunts panned in my parents front windows last night, the windows that used to be my bedroom. two massive fucking rocks through the double glazing, one of them went through so hard it hit my back wall. my mum was in on her own aswell and she's not been well and signed off work all week. The neighbours clocked them  and decribed to my parents and the police and my mum and dad saw them walking up the street later low-fiveing each other. Neither my mum, dad or brother knew them  and it wasn't as if my dad had called the police to get any one moved on from the lane in years so it was just random destruction. fucking brilliant eh? but what if someone had been in that room? I used to spend a lot of time there and my brother uses it a lot as second bedroom (jammy wee bastard). grrrr.

now i better get back to doing shorthand, as i have a test on it tomorrow and its not my strongest subject. my handwritings always been pish. plus it always feels the wrong way around to me, the curse of being lefthanded i suppose! nah seriously left is best.