Argh.
History fucking repeats itself.

End discussion.

Reasons behind me being a cunt.

I need money, and I need it fast. I;'ve been skint for over 2months now practically, and I can't take it any more.
I want my fuckign EMA to start already!
I need money, and I can't be bothered working.

That would leave no fucking social life.
Argh.

Oh so muchies to talk about ( Read more... )

Moo?

Not that main people will read this know, seeing as most of us have vanished off the face of this site, but what the fuck, who cares. I am bored.

Where to start in my long list of deranged rantings.
Oh the perfect target.
My fucking band.
Thats if it is clearly possible to call it a band. I mean seriosuly, It officialy started what, a year ago and it ( Read more... )

I are your fuckign superior.

Well, Ill shut up.

I just though about logging in and maybe for once, em, updating.

I shall after Saturday Catty ^_^

Well, Saturday. So much stuff crammed into one day. Got up, and after quite some time, I was finished getting ready, and by this time Cheesy was waiting on me. Looking somewhat bored. Got into town, bought gel, and then went to the galleries, where me and Cheesy found, no one really. So as usual, we'd turn and head to central, where we spent like ( Read more... )

My latest update, 1 day short of a month from my last update!

Anyway, this is about Saturday, seing as I can't really rememebr Friday, though I do know I received Dope Star Inc's "Neuromance" through the mail, and went to town with Cheesy and met James and Penis.

Anyway, to Saturday. I woke up, sometime around, 10ish maybe? Got something to eat, ( Read more... )

I am actually going to try and update this crazy thing, once again, properly. SO far, so good.

Right, well, I soke up, to see my gran putting money on my desk and then see my mum put money there aswell, before falling back asleep, and then re-wakign. At 1 o'fucking'clock! That's like 3 hours too late for me on a Saturday. Once I noticed the time ( Read more... )

Here then, is the poem I wrote... feeling in a depressed mood.

Deprived

"Time has went on,
endlessly immune to you; why?"

Locked up tight,
entranced in dispare,
I've never knew my fate, never known my hate;
drowned in sorro, engulfed in misery.

Deprived of love, passion and lust,
there be no happiness in me;
for I'm blind to thee.

I've never seen my ( Read more... )