I just popped and made the bed springs vibrate. I felt them.
Other news follows. When I can be bothered.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Re: Original Posting 15 February 2006
I stand by my words. I find it very difficult to talk to somebody who can't talk to me. Fucking bank.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
I really like Windows Vista.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007
An Essay on the Female of the Species.

The physical form they inhabit. How many tears have been shed on this thorny issue? And if we include those of the ladies they must surely be beyond count. Such a massive proportion of the blame is so obviously attributable once again to modern culture, its media and its Photoshopped perceptions of beauty and perfection. I don't think it's even worth starting down that road, for the sake of writing a piece that somebody might finish reading. That does of course assume anybody will start to read any of this. But in a few years at least I'll have something to publish. Every other cunt with web log seems to be bloody publishing theirs. Though it does seem beneficial to orientate the writing firmly around the subject of men. I'll have a think and try later. Anyway, I digress. Ever so slightly. Er... Oh yes! How many fruitless hours have I spent in the reassurance of birds that their apearance is indeed pleasant, and that nobody is actually going to judge them for leaving the house without having been pre-edited for the cover of Cosmopolitan? How many healthy women are currently tormenting themselves with the idea of being "on a diet"? Does this not surely suck so much enjoyment from daily life? Even those not denying themselves food seem to be largely convinced that they themselves are fatter than everybody else. It really does make me sad. For my mental stability if not theirs. And have you noticed that these chicks and even those who could not possibly be any more skinny, the sort that hurt to look at them, are still unhappy with their breasts? They seem to have achieved the kind of muscular wastage dreamt of across the land, and yet they want a fatter chest.
I feel frustration growing. I feel your attention waning. I feel I must apologise for the lack of unnecessary expletives in this post. I leave thee now with one final thought on this poignant topic. Eyebrows. They grow above the eye. Hence the name. They do not, I am quite conviced, fulfill their purpose when drawn onto the forehead in pencil. Few things upset me more.
I'll try to stop thinking for next time and write you a nice sweary bit without all the questions. You didn't have to answer these ones, but I know how they put some of you on edge.
Goodnight, sexy. xxx
P.S. Do please let me know if you have ever encountered a member of the fairer sex who is either comfortable with having feet, sad to not have them, happy in her body or eats properly. Like a person. Actual meals. Whole meals. What's wrong with mushrooms? I like fish!
Monday, November 19, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Fuck off!
No way was that ever fifteen minutes! As of now, and probably for some time before, it seems that entering rude words into a search engine no longer brings up this site. Or at least, it's not at the top any more. Fear not, my pets. 'Tis but a delay. I will merely find another route to the top.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
http://www.altavista.com/web/results?itag=ody&q=cunt+twat+fuckwhore&kgs=0&kls=0
I'm out there! This is only the beginning!
I'm out there! This is only the beginning!
My life is complete.
Well, a little bit more than it was, anyway. For today, my friends, I made my best poached eggs ever. And that includes the ones in those plastic cups. Actually those don't even count. They're never any good.
They did stick ever so slightly, string a small amount and the yolk was harder than I wanted it. But not solid. Also I broke one. I was cooking on a slanty cooker though. I'm really fucking amazed at my achievement. There's room for improvement, but this is the first time I've actually made something that looks like poached eggs.
Also, I was good at pool last night. Well, passable. I've no idea when that came about. I wish I'd known, I might not have left it so many years before I tried again!
Also also, you cunts aren't telling me when I make mistakes. Last night I found an exclamation mark without a space after it. I mean come on, man! What the fuck? Help me out here! Bollocks to two spaces though. I'm not pissing about with that shit. I haven't got all day!
There was something else, but I've forgotten.
Soz ard.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Once more unto the breeches
Yes, I'm fucking back! With a small amount of provocation I was provoked into working out a way to sign in again. I dunno what these cunts did, but they took my name away! Slags! I'm off now. Some of us have lives to lead! I, however, am going to the pub.
Apologies for the previous photo.
Still love you. Only I could.
xx
Apologies for the previous photo.
Still love you. Only I could.
xx
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