January 2010
48 posts
3d porn? →
The Defnition Of The Future...FACESPACE. →
Cats and Dogs...
What is a CAT? 1. Cats do what they want. 2. They rarely listen to you. 3. They’re totally unpredictable. 4. When you want to play, they want to be alone. 5. When you want to be alone, they want to play. 6. They expect you to cater to their every whim. 7. They’re moody. 8. They leave hair everywhere. CONCLUSION: They’re tiny women in little fur coats. What is a DOG? ...
Tomorrow will be rewarding.
4 Hours of working, then a haircut, then I get to see my best friend and get horrendous. I actually can’t wait.
All you need is a couple of sentances to realise how completely insignificant, expendable and forgotten you are. Fuck I need to start writing some good music. Wish I had the ability…
If you don't enjoy "Party Hard" by Andrew W.K. you...
Never a truer word spoken.
tumblr is fackin' busy tonight.
I have had a more than pleasant weekend. Five days until I can enter the British monetary system again and Six until I get to be insanely gene in Portsmouth with my best friend. February will be great.
Simon Cowell has no heart.
Heard about this today and it sort of pissed me off:
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/100121/entertainment/eu_britain_cowell_haiti
I think Cowell could spare a few grand from his own pocket, he’s earning enough. We don’t need another shitty song dressed up with a charity banner to legitimate Cowell’s self absorbtion and perseverance to persuade the world that he’s a...
i am
feeling quite lonely today.
This song is ridiculously pretty.
eugh.
You’re saying how you’re excited for the future, when you never did a thing to earn it. shit…
pirates are stupid.
if i had lost one eye and was wearing an eyepatch, there’s no way i’d have a parrot with such a sharp beak on my other shoulder.
Etc. A word used to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.
Fuck van driving. Hello ambitions….
Political correctness gone mad.
People say George Bush looks like a monkey. But if I say that about Obama, suddenly I’m racist.
Death Metal Rooster will make you wee. →
goodbye food baby....a poem
you spent so long being my permanent undigested fetus,
built by me saying to myself “i’m gonna eat this”
and now in an effort to beat stress
i’m going to kill you, food baby. goodbye.
2010. day 10.
It’s just before midnight and i’ve decided to make a pact with myself.
I am going to make some serious life changes.
I have been resenting myself for the last 8 months or so for letting a job encage my life. Yes, a JOB. I am not a number on a list, I am not another drone and I refuse treat myself like one any further. I am a human being with a desire to esape this cell I call a...
Such a satisfying game. →
