Blabbathon

I went to wimbledon.
That's right, we won tickits at a tennis club my mum and dad go too.
So we joined all the tennis fanatics, the "classy" people, the wannabe "classy" people, the people who you realy want to stab because they are spoilt brats and talk in whiny voices and don't apologize when the practically walk into you. The type who flick their hair and laugh with perfect teeth whilst wearing labels and expensive perfume. The type who think that they are all the next big thing and that it would be your privalige to kiss the underbelly of their feet.
Fair to say... i almost commited murder... but all I was armed with was an M&S salad (kindly provided for me by the mama) and a bottle of water.
Do you know what all the posh twats ate???? GREASY PIZZA!!!
All this money and they spend it on a grease filled cardboard box! Fucking hell.

This world is too upside down.
The majority of our rich kids are assholes who expext everything to go there way... i wonder where they'll be once mummy and daddy die... probably married off to some rich guy... fucking hell.
I'll put some pictures on here once I've gotten over how ridiculous they were. toodles.