My day so far :-

~ Finished reading a book
~ Had a cuppa
~ Forgot to go into college to hand some project proposal in
~ Wrote this

To be honest, I've tried not to write about things in here for a while because apparently my thoughts, feelings and interpretations aren't supposed to be public. I can't be arsed with the hassle any more. For all intents and purposes; I have given up on other people. This is no longer a place I can voice things openly without recrimination ( Read more... )

Deleted the other entry as everything's cool between me and Ayla so there's no point bringing all that shit up again. It's done. Finito ( Read more... )

Went out, spur of the moment, with Linni last night. We were talking on MSN and she mentioned going out, getting pissed, having a lawf and I said yup, yup, yup. You got it. Started off at the Bluedog, moved on to Standing Order, but we couldn't be arsed to wait to get served, then to The Vaults where some stupid meatheaded doorman asked us for I.D' ( Read more... )

Firstly I'm going to stress that this is in fact my journal and I can write what ever the fuck I like in here so if any of you don't like it that is completely your problem and you should either not bother reading past this paragraph or get over it immediately ( Read more... )

Whatever.

You do what you like, just don't get me involved.

(This is me assuming a hell of a lot, but that's just the way it is)

Just got home after a crazy random weekend and I'm feeling like crap, but it's great. It's the great crappyness you only get after a practically non stop piss up ( Read more... )

My head is full of so much crap that it feels as if it's going to explode and coat the whole world in a layer of stench.

A little man approached me. He was very fat and very red. He introduced himself as the Devil. He asked me if I wanted to sell my soul. I said ok. He asked me how much money I wanted, but I said he'd have to make me an offer; I didn't know what the going rate for souls was. He said he'd give me two million pounds. It was a lot of money. We struck a ( Read more... )

Some part about being friends with girls has always stumped me, confused me to the point of prefering to hang out with the guy variety of people instead. All through my life I've had girls compete with me over a certain bloke, even when I'm not trying to give them a run for their money because most of the time I really couldn't give a shit.
Guys ( Read more... )