Microcosmic

The Weddening.

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 09:08:28 GMT

Oh the blinking, oh the shoes. I swear that cameron has better photos than this when we were being badass outside and smoking on school grounds. And drinking. And using swears.

Sorry i don't have more photos.

We didn't die. I even made a faux pas in an irish pub in wanganui and i still have all my fingers.

Sat, 12 Aug 2006 23:17:31 GMT

I just met not two minutes ago a baby Ann. I ah ah aahhed right back at it. The mother thought i was being cute. But i was deadly serious.

Edit: Just to clarify, the baby ah ah aaahed at me first.

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 08:10:11 GMT

Oh yeah, and my first inkling that i maybe was having a cranial overheating eppy was when i read "Exfoliating Hand & Body Scrub" as "Excruciating Hand & Body Scrub".

Mon, 24 Jul 2006 08:22:12 GMT

Nothing makes me happier inside than a scotsman saying 'scurrying'.

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 10:12:23 GMT

So since none of you bastids felt the need to congratulate me via the medium of lj about my 21st, you can all suck my left one.

In other news, all is well. I'm going to watch the football tomorrow morning with Niko and Kiri, which means yet another morning where i won't wake up having had enough sleep.

Awesome-uh.

On friday night, a 7'6" drag queen was dragging along to the most awesome song ever at Family (it was a bit EBM and thus not complete cack). She gave me a 'pill' in a small baggy (actually a mint). It was yummy. Anyway, i need to find the song. All i can remember is that the word pill appeared in the song many many times.

I also find it disturbing that i don't find any of this last paragraph abnormal in the slightest. Desensitisation is a curse. You can't get up in arms when you're exposed to something so often that you and it become blasé and passé respectively.

Astra bobastra, dearest sweetest Astra bobastra, i would very much like to arrange a time and place for us to meet so that i can take receipt of the Eng 202 textbook. I am very often at uni, if you were coming in for any reason, to save you an extra trip.

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 07:34:21 GMT

So in a stroke of genius, the internet has combined my two favourite subjects. Fags and Scifi. Oh Leonard Nimoy, you dog.

THIS ONE and
THE ONE WHAT IS NOT THIS ONE

O frabjous day, calloo callay! I chortle in my joy. Who knew William Shatner wasn't always a fat gross old man?

L'Amour, l'amour, me tuant lentement.

Sun, 28 May 2006 12:15:19 GMT

I saw 'Un amour à taire' (A love to hide) tonight. Gays, cry cry cry. Awesome.
The french know how to ruin a good love story, but make it better in the process.
Now i want to kill myself.
And learn french better.
Possibly not in that order though.
BTW, in case you didn't know, nazism isn't awesome. It's not ok to do that to other people. Grow up, you stupid neo nazis. Get real jobs. Grow some hair.

Work sucked today.
I'm off to bed.
Gay people suck, but not as bad as nazis.

Kiss it.

Mon, 22 May 2006 09:00:20 GMT

So lachlan was silly enough to give me his laptop today, and since i was meant to be working on my linguistics assignment, i decided to ramble incoherently. I was touch typing, so don't come to me about spelling. I don't care.
Click on the cats bum.

Vtables are the enabler of inheritance. They allow a class’s functions to be overwritten or preserved without causing any extra computation for each additional level of inheritance. As the data in classes and vtables is always in the arranged in order of which class in the inheritance chain first implemented it, any class, such as maths class, or English class, which you have after lunch, and omg you’re like so tired, and you fucking hate Shakespeare anyway, so why the hell do we have to learn King Lear, because like, we’re never going to even use it in real life anyway. Like fuck off, you spacky bitch. God, she always marks down my essays, because I like only used like ONE quote, and it was made up anyway, but I’m all like, fuck off, who cares, because I’m so much better at photography, and I’m going to be a world famous photographer when I grow up, and I’m going to go to Africa, and take photos of zebras and get them printed in national geographic. So like, take your Lear, and shove it.
Whore.
God I need a cigarette, fifth form is like SO boring. If I were an Australian, I’d be nearly finished in school by now, because they like finish at sixth form cause they’re not v3ry bright and a little bit hideous in the face. Not that I know, cause I was born blind from birth and so hitting me isn’t very nice, you spacky bitch, Candice. You slut. God I hope you fall down stairs and lose your squirrel baby. It would have had a tail, cause you’re all like a mongrel jew mixture of ungodliness and satanic influences. You’d have had something like Hellboy, but stupider and more greasy.
And it’d have sausage fingers. Like a bratwurst. It’d be a hit with the ladies, but only because ladies are fucking stupid and deserve to be fingered by a retard Croatian Yeti. Called Yeti McKurve.
What are you writing? Asks that spacky whorebag Milo. She secretly is a boy, because all Macedonians are boys and are all fagnuts and fuck each other in the arse, because they are all GAY. Speaking of gay, I’m a gay.
But enough about me.
Macedonians are one of the seven plagues of Egypt, which my mother toldme abou when I was still in the womb. I could hear even then, and that’s when I learnt about man landing on the moon. Which never actually happened, because the moon Is TOO far away. Mila is a tardmo. She’s all like “what is she writing” and I’m all like “fuck up, bitch” “don’t even talk to me, you skank”
I’m like NOT friends with her any more. MY LIFE IS OVER. I think ishould listen to somes marilyn manson and cut like a cutty thing on cut day in the month of cutember. Oscar knowswhat I’m talking about, because he’s smooth. And he still has an ipod. He likes to rub ti in my face. He’s all like “I still have an ipod, cause I live in Epsom, and we don’t haverobbers, because we lynched them all in the great deblackening of Epsom. That was the day when we took all the gooks, spics, coons, greater spotted coons, lesser spacky coons, and jews, and made the great bone castle of remuera. That’s where I live because I’m the queen of craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy.” “also, you don’t have an ipod, because god hates you, you fag.”
He’s such a hater.
And he’s amusic wank as well. He’s all like “I masturbatedto this band LONG before you had fingers to masturbate with”
He’s lying though. He’s actually lying. To my face. I almost can’t believe it. But I mean, it IS oscar and he lied about his mother being dead. She’s actually in a coma, and only PARTLY dead. I’m kidding though. He killed her. He protected her from the terrible secret of space.

Meanwhile, this is the most annoying laptop in the world. Lachlan has turned off the touchpad tap function, like the asexual freak that he is, so you can’t even drag and tap like normal non freaklike people do. I’m one of those.
It’s also quite heavy. Heavy like oscar’s mum.

She’s not that heavy,considering all the helium she huffs. That’ bitch’d huff anything. She even huffed the prime minster once. That’s what I heard. But don’t trust me, my vagina goes sideways.

Jesus, he’s gone red again. The funny thing is, he’s wearing a green shirt. And green TOTALLY makes your face redder, because it’s the contrasting colour on a colour wheel.
Justin is SO TALL! He’s taller than god. He’s actually taller than that song “taller than god” which is by the strawpeople. Who ever heard of people made of straw./ I meanw, WTF>
It’d be like a scarecrow, but not. It’d be made of straw. Who’s afraid of straw? Not crows, that’s who.
Lachlan is all like ‘ew, don’t sweat on my laptop. I’m al like “I’ll sweat on what I want, bitch.

Anyway, Candice tastes like Tasmanian Devil Palm. Well at least, her lips do, her arm tastes like salt. Like the salty titwank she is. I love you sweetie, never change. But learn to speak englsh normally.
Not like all “hello, oim from maaaaaanloi.” “oi like goils and bois’
Freak. What sort of person likes both. I’m all like, don’t like anyone at all.
Except Ethiopians. There’s a peo9ple that know what they want. They were called Abyssinia, but then they were all like “Fuck you.”
Then they were called Ethiopians, to commemorate the time Xenu did something to Tom Cruise’s tiny brian. He calls it brian, you know. It’s very small. He had to have a big run up to get Katie Holmes preggers. Luckily, her vaggy vage said “hell no I ain’t having no crazy man’s baby” and through the miracle of parthenogenesis, she had a baby that was just a big ol’ clone of her.
Technically that makes her an aphid, but I’m sure no one will question that. I mean, look at her. Look at her dangling antennae. All dangling and shit. There’s another reason to raze the surface of the earth.
Oh god. Lachlan’s computer is a furry too. I think we’re all going to hell for this one. Also, I think I just pissed it off and the screen just flickered at me.
Also, he’s talking about another computer called night @WUEEEEn. That @ is a q, to the uninitiated. WHIch most of you are, you n00bs.
He’s such a loser.I hope lachlan’s legs fall off. He really does drink too much diet coke, and fantastise about having feathers. I’m all like stop it. It’s not ok.
Jesus. I wonder how many words I’m up to. Oscar doesn’t, cause he’s currently trying to inhale tofu. Speaking of tofu, why the fucking fuck does Hello Food put pork in their tofu goo? Tofu is a VEGETARIAN option, and putting fucking ground up pig in it pretty much defeats the purpose yes? I think so. I hope they all fall over.
Oscar is all like “it’s all like the odessy” I’m all like “ stop saying like you fucking retard.” Did homer put in meaningless “likes” in his massive fanwank? NO, I think not. Oscar is all trying to be up in my righteousness by saying “I haven’t like read the like greek” and I’m all like, god, why don’t you just DIE. Or at least fall over into an open fireplace, like the grandmother in the Spoisbury Toast-Boy. Which everyone should watch.
As well as Burnt Face Man. Oscar is still trying to be all like I watched them before everyone else did. But I’m all like I don’t fucking care, you’re still just a stick insect with morange hair and a penchant for buggery.
I KNOW. Who knew? Certainly not me. I did the old ONE TWO of accusing them of something and when they say “how did you know?” I go “I didn’t, but NOW I do”
Meanwhile, that never actually works. Anyone worth talking to isn’t going to fall for that ever.
Such:
“bet you’re gay”
“am not”
And yet again, pop culture is the saviour of a fucking fantastic argument.
Candice says I’m vain and headstrong, but I think she’s just being a follower. Anyone awesome enough to be my friend should be able to fucking figure that out that I’m fucking up myself and how.
Why am I still at uni?
I really should have handed in my assignment long ago and just gone home. Jesus. Why do I hang around these people? They don’t know how lucky they are. I mean, there’s even a song about it.
It goes “we don’t know how lucky we are”
Oscar claims he was masturbating to that song long before I had arms. But it was fingers, I’ve had arms since before the big bang. In fact, my arms WERE the big bang. It was actually when I tripped over the door step that my arms hit the floor and caused the bing bang. Cause it went BING and then BANGGGGO. And then oscar was created. So obviously, he doesn’t know shit. All living in his bone castle and stuff. Like saruman.
Everyone hates saruman, but I think he’s just misunderstimated.
How many times does your pee split in half, George Bush, George Bush?
How many times does your pee split in half, when you’re taking your morning piss?
Everyone should see that.
It’s so hard to get good help these days. Lachlan doesn’t even have the speak and spell thing on his laptop. Cause I want it to say what I’ve written. Cause short of a blow job, that’s the best I am going to get right now.
God Hilary Duff has a big head. She is singing that song about her heart beating. Well fucking done Hilary. Mine does it pretty much constantly, and I don’t prattle on about it. And stop rhyming words. “taking a chance, doing a dance, having a prance, sometimes inmarch”
MARCH DOESN’T EVEN RHYME. It’s METARHYME. IT”S NOT REAL.
FUCKING SLAG.
Oscar fucking loves hilary. He’s all like in the Duff Forums “OMG if you’re reading this hilary, I love you. I know my hundred dollar annual income won’t be fun to live on in the long run, but I have a bone castle that you can visit. You can’t live there, because you might reorder my cds and I don’t think I can handle that. Because they’re alphabetical by artist, but also cross referenced by reverse genre. You wouldn’t understand, because you’re all about the pop. And I’m cross genre. I’m meta. God. You slut.
P.S. I love you, please marry me.
My phone number is 555- Bone Castle (make sure you put the +649 before that, and if my mum picks up, just hang up, because she’ll eat your face.)
She’s eaten a lot of faces, because she needed the skulls to make the parapet. That’s where my bedroom is. I have a single, but we are so in love, we can spoon till the cows come home.

Ok, I need to stop being in Oscars head. He’s fucking creepy. And don’t even get me started on his mother. Maybe she gave birth to him without knowing the touch of man, like Katie holmes. Cause honestly, Tom isn’t that manly. He’s all like three feet negative six. THAT”S NOT EVEN A REAL HEIGHT TOM. Grow up. Sofas won’t save you now. You’re just short.

Gwyneth Gwyneth Gwyneth.

Nope, still nothing. Maybe she’s having tea with Hastur. A sexy tea. ACTUALLY, maybe oscar’s mum is an elder god.
That must have sucked, I bet. “CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM, SKINNY HUMAN PIG!” and he’s all like “EAT IT, YOU BITCH” and so she eats his soul, just to learn that ungrateful child.

Oscar is all like I’m the main man of this story, I’m totally like the modern, like, Ulysses. Except Ulysses could drive a boat, and oscar gets carsick.
Ginger carsick. That’s like illegal. Unless you’re on the ginger bus.
Don’t ax me what that is, because I’m not allowed on the ginger bus. I have normal hair.
Lachlan’s all like “I need to steal this because I have no friends and I need them to think I can ramble on about nothing for several pages and I’m a thieving bastard and I’m TOO tall and TOO skinny and my hair is TOO long and black and I lost my shampoo and it’s TOO lank.”
God Lachlan, go wear a mask. And have a barbeque with others. They get you.
You can stand around talking about how no one understands your lifestyle choice.
It’s not a choice. It’s the WRONG choice. God says: Stop it.
You’re making the baby jesus cry.
He’s all like “chut up, queer boy” now.
Well, fatty from Donnie Darko, you can chut up. Queer doesn’t mean gay. It means you’re part of the queer community, which is all like ‘take your heteronormativity and shove it up your gay hating mangina.”
Oscar loves mangina.
Actualy, that’s a lie. I love casting aspersions on people’s sexuality. It’s just that oscar is so smooth, things slip off him like he was a big Teflon dildo.
Meanwhile, I just thought about normativity. It’s like a festivity for norma. Like Norma jean. Who’s all dead and stuff now, because Marilyn Monroe pushed her off a dam, If I’ve read my wikipedia entry correctly.
Maybe I should post this on wikipedia, under “everything you need to know if you’re oscar except you already do, because you’re oscar, oscar.”
N E way.
I have to go smack Lachlan on the face for calling me gross. I’m like, don’t consider your standards of beauty to be automatically correct. Lots of people find women with gross saggy tits attractive, and they’re not event hat fucked up in the head. They’re just not white.
Lachlan’d like to be the patriarchy, but he’s too skinny, and he doesn’t like women. So he could be loserarchy, but he’s soooo much of a loser that he’d probably just fall over.
And lose. Like he will with everyting in life. Because he drinks too much diet coke.

But will he listen? No.
I need to go hand in my assignment that’snot actually quite finished all the way.
Lachlan claims to have stopped drinking diet coke, but I’m entirely sure he’s lying, because he’s all like “to fit in, I need to lie, because my behaviour doesn’t fit in with the norms of society”
I’m all like, do what you want to do, Lachlan, because you’re going to die soon anyway.

SO this is Nicholson, signing off.

Meanwhile, Elisa and Sarah are talking about the time we went on that horrible trip to the cold. And negative nancy snores, and I got cold and I looked horrible on my birthday. However, I did get to brush my teeth with gin. I felt like such an old woman.

Fucking fuck.

Ta, buggers.

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 22:21:34 GMT

At work yesterday a japansy woman tried to conduct a series of questions... in japanese. Now, i can say "your nipples are truly beautiful" and "hello" in japanese, and i can tell when you're asking a question "deska?" but apart from that, it's all greek to me.

She brought two candles over and made a comment in japanese, and i smiled, because i'm contractually obliged to. I also just like smiling. Apparently it was a "Oh, yeah, i fully understand you and agree with your opinion, ma'am" smile. 'Cause she just kept on rambling.

Then about ten minutes later, she was back, and wanted to swap the small green candle for a tall green candle. They were both the same type, and i had no problem doing the swap, except the big one had been in the window for a while, and so didn't smell the same. She told me this in japanese, much to my amusement. I figured out what she meant because i'm not a retard; when someone sniffs two things, moves them apart and goes "mokata mokata mokata mokata" i can pretty much put ni and ni together to get OMG fuck off you stupid japanese bitch.

But the tall one had also been dropped, and was full of dents. I was all like WE ONLY HAVE ONE. I also held up one finger and tapped the big one. She was all prattly. I was almost going ring nip chris and ask him to tell her to fuck off. fuku-ofune? Anyway, she left. I was all like SHIT.

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 00:32:06 GMT

Oh, by the by, my 027 phone is broken for the moment, so if'n you're wanting to text me at all, do it to my 021 phone, or you won't get no satisfaction.

^_^

Samovar.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 23:23:28 GMT

I have a paid account now. I don't know what it DO though.

Also, niko is a giant poo. I just told him i was going to give him a present and he told me to fuck off because he was playing some stupid computer game with some stupid slavs. It is a good present too.

Things are good otherwise. I'm happy, you're happy. we're all happy.

OH. But i did see the most disgusting thing i've ever seen in my ENTIRE life today. I was driving along Customs St. on my way home, and i saw an XL courier getting into his van wearing an M uniform. I almost died of shame.

I'm knitting john a hat. My fingers hurt SO much. I think my knitting calluses have gone away.

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 13:17:58 GMT

Since anything i say about this will offend or be misconstrued by someone or other and since i'm quite over this whole boring mess, i'm going to post sarcastically.

The post in question, which was made eight days ago (that's an entire relationship's length, in gay years), also contained bitching about the nature of this year's St Patrick's day, and the nature of my father's backwardness.

Since there was apparently no kerfuffle about these two subjects, i'm going to assume you are all silently approving of my harassment of Catholics and the Senile.

This INCENSES me. HOW could you supposedly MATURE people POSSIBLY stand by while i DEGRADE the SANCTITY of our most holy day of Patrick, and the gentle elderly, who deserve our respect and support and tube feeding.

For shame, alcove; for shame.

There shall be a spanking, and after the spanking, Oral Sex.

That being said, i would also like to take the opportunity to apologise to Erin. It was never my intention to make her feel bad.

GET BACK, YOU GAY BASTIDS!

Tue, 21 Mar 2006 10:17:24 GMT

Whacked my shin on a table, and a keg cut my knee as i was walking by. Drinking horns are fun. I smorked a bit too. That was bad.

I am running out of money. Things are getting serious. It's becoming a crying game, except not a game cause it's serious now. Do you follow?

"A feature length version of Hogfather starring David Jason and the voice of Ian Richardson has been announced for Christmas 2006 on Sky One. "

" Terry Pratchett's novel The Wee Free Men is set to be turned into a film by Sam Raimi, after he finishes work on Spider-Man 3, currently this is expected to be released in 2007. [2] "

CAN'T... STOP... JOYGASMING...
If they ruin it, i probably won't care at all.

By the way, The Z. stands for Zven, stephanie. You know who.

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 10:26:47 GMT

That last post was meant to be posted last night, but i didn't quite get round to pressing the Post Entry button.

Todays post goes more along the lines of "Bahahahaha stupid sridat. Die die die."

Meanwhile,

Sexual frustration Panda!!! Just fucking turn already. Jesus. Get over yourself. LAME. Fuck.

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 06:15:15 GMT

I am curious as to whether the screenwriter of Aeon Flux the movie actually watched the series. He managed to get the 'Trevor Goodchild puts his wee wee in Aeon's gigi bit, but i think he was so jizzcited about this, that he forgot to realise that the series is just about weird fucked up stuff happening and Aeon jumping around and kicking ass for no apparent reason. They don't have nearly enough weird ass shit happening to people.

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 20:03:11 GMT

Saw Underworld 2: Evolution.
a.k.a Captain Exposition from the last act. Oi. Just hold your gun, and shut your mouth.
a.k.a Cryptic (huh?) cryptic (wha?) cryptic (what's he doing?) cryptic (who's that?) resolution (Ohhhhhhh) END.
a.k.a Roflcopter.
a.k.a Physiologically impossible humping, wtf. WHERE HAS HIS PENIS GONE?
a.k.a Tee hee, silly Hungarians, they 'fraid of squid
a.k.a Scott Speedman's Ken doll lines: An introspective documentary
a.k.a Does my ass look shiny in these pants? The several sweating geeks three rows ahead vote yes. Oh god. Yes yes yes. Mama.
a.k.a A shitty child's painting lasting for six hundred years in not just a 'damp' environment, but a fucking river. (Oh, but you accept vampires and werewolves.)

Great movie. Loved it.

"Give myself to anyone who wants to take me home"

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 21:49:14 GMT

Curious.

I post saying 'bla bla bla stomach flu i'm dying' Nothing.

I post saying 'I fucking hate freak girl' and i get five comments.

My friend list: Powered by 100% pure Hate.

My entire family is made of MEAT.

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 09:18:38 GMT

Worst. St. Patrick's. Day. Ever. (Ever.)

When i bowled up to uni at eight thirty, i was one of only TWO people i saw wearing a green article of clothing. I was also being vegan vegetarian awesome and wearing my 'WONDERFUL WORLD, very very sweet and delicious' three leaf clover badge (i think asians are all potentially like "Four leaf clovers are OTT" [four sounds like death in chinese]) that i bought on wednesday for a dollar from the 123 dollar store in milford. (i also got a badge with cherries on it, with NICE MELODY or something on it, as well as "very very sweet and delicious".
And, being the puntastic punner that i am, i wore my Pi badge, next to my TATE badge (don't fucking ask me what that means) and i was wondering what to do for an O. come on. Pi-tate-o. That's some funny shit.

Wickard. Then no one turned up to the alcove because of godamn arts students with fridays off, so i had very few people to natter with. AND fucking KAOS was having some gay ass tournament where freak girl and lego man were being annoying in my general vicinity. There was screeching.
Also, legoman threatened gun related vengeance when he overheard niko and i discussing beating freak girl's head in with a baseball bat. With a face like that, who would know? It might even improve her.
She was dressed like a ninja again today. Why?

There needs to be an alcove council meeting to run freak girl out of town. Once she goes, the other irritating scabs will follow her. The only problem is n00bs like Reuben allowing her to hug them, because she has boobs. I mean, please. Grow up. She's a massive pain in the rear. Sure, role play with her if you will, i'm all for live and let live, but don't let her near the normals. There's a limit to my beneficience.

So, the concept of inflation has totally bypassed my dad. He often says how he got his first job working in the Lister buildings in a pharmacy, earning two and six a week. This is some sort of fake imperial currency where there are twelve pence to the ounce and sixteen ounces to the pound. And a guinea is just INSANE. Anyhow, this isn't very much money at all. The only thing is, it cost him about that much to live. Plus he's a complete jew and bought cheap shit anyway.
Then they switched to decimal currency on the tenth of july 1967. And everything went to hell.
He now TECHNICALLY earns sixty grand annually (that's just what the accountant says, and what he pays personal income tax on) but still pretends like he's a poor ass apprentice.
He has long involved conversations with his cousin when the price of raro goes up two cents. He also buys seconds at the fruit shop. You can't buy a box of rotting fruit and expect your family to jism in gratitude.
I've also sat through a two hour long rant on how shoe insoles used to be a dollar (for a PAIR omg!), with mum pointing out frequently that that was back in the seventies. Which was a long time ago. Long long.

This is why God invented death. So we could rid ourselves of annoying freak role players and aging members of society whose notions of the value of money are outdated and irritating.

If we were made of cellophane, we'd all get stinking drunk much faster.

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 09:02:52 GMT

Grargh. I woke up four times this morning (like <4am morning) because my guts were cramping. The only solution was to stand up and burp. I am annoyed that this solved it. Partly because it involved getting out of bed and standing up in the cold, and partly because there was no one to put me over their shoulder and pat my back. Fudge'ems.

Meanwhile, instead of seeing his 'alternative to psychology' as the crock that it be, Isaac Hayes has quit South Park because of their seeming offensive handling of religious topics, like the stupid Scientology episode. All they did was tell the viewers what the scientologists believe. I don't find that offensive. I just find it informative.

Rock the casbah.

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:10:50 GMT

It's not epilepsy, darling, it's fashion.

"Poor Timmy, mommy misses ya."

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 08:37:11 GMT

Stupid stomach flu. (Stomach in ancient Greek is στόμαχος. I was fucking right, only i pronounced schwa for the last omicron. I'm not sure how ancient Greek is stressed, i don't think it's length, but fuck i'm awesome anyway.)
Stomach flues can go get a concrete enema.

I'm cramping like a motherfucker. Please excuse me should i seem a little PMSesqueish at the moment. Don't even start with me about waking up at four am and wanting to hurl but not being able to BECAUSE MY STOMACH WAS EMPTY, but salivating like a paedophile and having to spit off the deck in lieu of actual hurling. Don't EVEN start.

Senator Kenneth Wherry likewise attempted to invoke some connection between homosexuality and antinationalism as, for example, when he said in an interview with Max Lerner that "You can't hardly separate homosexuals from subversives."

- so says Wikipedia.

Awesome. I'm indistinguishable from a subversive. Ulucks, i think you're both. You rad-ass dawg.

Oh, and when will stupid fags learn that you can't fall in love over the internet. Die, fags, die.

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 20:02:56 GMT

Milosevic is dead, long live the devil.

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 14:30:07 GMT

I just got home from town. Awesome night. Yay all my friends! All of them!

hey HEY hey!

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 14:22:53 GMT

Season two of Drawn Together. I stopped breathing at several points DUE TO EXCESS FUNNING. And i'm only up to episode four. If'n you don't be watchin' it i ain't be havin' no more yammering wif'n y'all.

I will have a serving of Chicken Vage-table on RAIIIIIIISSSSSSSS.

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 07:56:59 GMT

It seems like i'm being a gigantic Sighasaurus lately. I'd like to apologise i have complained to.
Uni starting and being awfully hard; kamikaze psycho Father nuff said; and on top of it i'm entering a horny phase. This is when i start going to gay chat rooms and talking saucy and being an awful awful person. Awful. Ugh, it's disgusting. And it's life consuming. I feel like a straight boy must do in the presence of tit, except they get this ALL THE TIME. So my german chapter analysis was arse today because i spent all last night talking to halfwits on gay.com chat. HALF WITS. And that's me being charitable and giving them the benefit of the doubt that they're suffering from raging hormones like me am now time.

Meanwhile, i only got pissy enough to post because as i was entering the kitchen to cook dinner, dad told me what we were going to have for dinner. I KNOW what we're having for dinner, because i'm fucking making it. We have basically the same thing every fucking time i make dinner because we always have the same ingredients and i really can't be arsed doing anything mildly difficult. They still force it down like pigs at a trough anyway, so any effort would just be pearls.

Anyway, a stupid consequence of talking on gay.com chat is that gays fall in love with me. Whether it's to get me into bed, or because i'm just that charming on the net, i don't know. Then it gets fucked up when they want me to come consummate our two hour internet relationship with the SEX.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?

Ugh.

Sorry.