January 20th, 2005

Current Music: the libertines Subject: OK Time: 02:06 pm Current Mood: blow me!

Alright I havent penned much notes lately because my computer was lifted from my flat. yes, thats right it was stolen by some bleedin wanker who wanks to much and soon, im sure of it. So what i did was tracked him down (im fuckin english i can do anything) i then broke his fuckin legs, beat his bloody head into the godchrist door and then shared a drink wit him. Needless to say, i found my computer. I quit my fuckin job... both of them. Butter and bible are the gods arsehole. I am venturing to guess which career will be next in my shitty shit life. Fuck america. I did however meet the love of my life who will whick me all night. Her name is sandra and she owns a pub called "astro-barz" or some shit. It doesnt fuckin matter the bleedin name i get drinks for free and puke for even cheaper. Balls america

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October 4th, 2004

Current Music: the spits Time: 12:28 am Current Mood: distressed

Today was all but glorious! I woke up to find my bleedin'f ridge in my shitty apartment had gone south. I had to digest the hard way; Lets jsut say milk doesn't keep like it used to chaps. After I had sucked down a number of bad milk particles, I was off to my intern bloody hell job. The only reason I stick around is the promised pay i will recieve. Its not much to start, a whole 10 dollars, but its better than my current job bible selling door to door. oh and by the by, I no longer do such work. christ its fine, i hate bibles. So im job hunting. and hunting until my limbs fall flat. And if i cant find anything, then the only option would to suck the ends of a gun. JUST KIDDING later tonight, I plan on drinking with my buddy andre'. He is an Irish chap i know who lives in the same shitty complex. he has the same shitty flat layout and everything. its fucking errie bleeding eerie. anyways, the thing i came here to say; unpaid internships are only excuses for bleedin crumbs to steal your obviously labeled lunch. for instance: me: hey, isnt that my lunch? fuckin prick: maybe (looks at bag) yeah, so it is.... me: well, thank you for eating my lunch fuckin cricket: sorry wont happen again me: bleedin christ this happends everyday with the same prick. but im to shy to throw fists. and too proud. any who, drunk away

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October 2nd, 2004

Current Music: radiohead - b sides Time: 01:27 pm Current Mood: annoyed

This would be my first post, wouldn't it? Christ the only reason I am dong this is to make my friend mike weatherford happy. I think the only reason I talk to him is because of his last name. I knew a guy back in England with that same last moniker. Him and I would always go down to the puds and tear the pictures of the band oasis off the wall. FUCKIN horrid band. We would get totally ripped and bugger the lass' down the hallways of our boarding school. O riley school of christ. I hated that place. I hate realigon, really. Which is rather strange since i am a bible salesman working on commision I knocked on this chums door 3 halls down from my shitty apartment. I asked him the following: "Sir, I am here to say that god can come to you for only $19.99 a peice." I then asked him: "or would you like to buy 5 for only $89.99!? well thats a darn good deal" he then continued after i did and went on to tell me about his veiws and the rubbishness of christainty or something. I mean i wasnt telling him otherwise. I mean religon is the only reason im still alive that not a good thing I ended up drinking my self shitfaced with the ol chap.

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