The Inner Circle

Well, heh, I drank to fucking much last night. So much so I kinda threw up, I blame the vodka, I was quiet happy on the wine, I’ve just gotta know when to stop.

Found a nice green piece of paper in a while folded piece of paper today from the Welsh police. How nice of them. They’ve let me of lightly… well at least financially. I have a “conditional offer” of 3 points and £60, time to get the cheque book out. Not gonna tell the parents, first question would be what where you doing there… not a story I want to get into.

Looks like Mr Taxman owes me some money too, which is a good thing. Now I’ve just gotta figure out how to get my tax code changed and how to claim it back. I’ve gotta ring the tax office BW use in Scotland…. ?!?

That’s about all for now really,

Adios,

Pete.

Well to cut a long story short I’m no longer seeing Millie, I don’t really want to go into that much detail. We spoke, we talked about our situations.

I guess it’s time to move on, I’m not that suprised really. So I’m relativly ready at accept it. I guess I’ll probably shed a tear or two later, but that’s to be expected.

We’re still going to be friends, as to be honest that’s all we have been for the past six months.

Adios for now,

Pete.