Sarah's Life

The yearly disclaimer...

DON'T ASSUME YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT WHEN I TYPE IN THIS JOURNAL. DON'T READ BETWEEN THE LINES - IF I WANT YOU TO KNOW SOMETHING, I'LL BLOODY WELL TYPE IT, BUT IF I DON'T THINK YOU DESERVE TO KNOW MORE DETAILS THAN WHAT I PUT HERE, DON'T ASK ME FOR THEM. I KNOW THAT PEOPLE IN MY REAL LIFE READ THIS JOURNAL, SO I'M PROBABLY AWARE OF YOUR OPINION IF I KNOW YOU IN REAL LIFE. THIS IS MY PLACE TO BITCH AND MOAN AND IF YOU DON'T BLOODY WELL GET THAT TOO FUCKING BAD.

What I type here is of the moment, and may not last past the point where I hit the "save entry" button.

For those of you who didn't piss me off and prompt this post, I'm sorry. but keep it in mind for future reference, k?

~~Sarah