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Somebody please take me home...
May. 21st, 2004 01:55 pmI can't be bothered with today. Little things are irritating me. Little things like D.H.Lawrence's novel Women in Love being a shit read, men who dress like clowns and stand on boxes around Covent Garden (amusing the feeble minded only), slick business-types who buy best-sellers and think they are dead smart for reading Vernon God Little (a shite, overhyped read if ever there was one.)
Wow, don't you feel special reading an award-winning book! Go read a history book instead, fuck face.
Calling acts of torture "abuse" does not change the fact that it's torture. I'm tired of reading between the lines.
Weather changes affect me in a negative way. If the sun doesn't come back soon, I'm going to punch one of those grinning idiots that stand on every street corner, clutching their clip boards to their chests and asking for your money.
And don't call me a drama queen or I'll punch you!
What I do need: alcohol, sex, more erotique, candle, bathtub, lighter, scents, more great history books like Marie Antoinette (I've been plugging this book for months now - go out and buy it, fuck face), red grape fruit juice, a television, Big Brother 5, a DVD player that works, videogames, a big black dildo, year-long supply of lube, strippers, a bunny costume so I can do a Bridget Jones with that girl, comfy slippers, more cute naked guys showering with me at the swimming pool, a talk with Josie the old Jamaican lady, ten-in-a-row on Magic FM and some burek.
Is that too much to ask, F.U.C.K. F.A.C.E.?
Wow, don't you feel special reading an award-winning book! Go read a history book instead, fuck face.
Calling acts of torture "abuse" does not change the fact that it's torture. I'm tired of reading between the lines.
Weather changes affect me in a negative way. If the sun doesn't come back soon, I'm going to punch one of those grinning idiots that stand on every street corner, clutching their clip boards to their chests and asking for your money.
And don't call me a drama queen or I'll punch you!
What I do need: alcohol, sex, more erotique, candle, bathtub, lighter, scents, more great history books like Marie Antoinette (I've been plugging this book for months now - go out and buy it, fuck face), red grape fruit juice, a television, Big Brother 5, a DVD player that works, videogames, a big black dildo, year-long supply of lube, strippers, a bunny costume so I can do a Bridget Jones with that girl, comfy slippers, more cute naked guys showering with me at the swimming pool, a talk with Josie the old Jamaican lady, ten-in-a-row on Magic FM and some burek.
Is that too much to ask, F.U.C.K. F.A.C.E.?
