so i’m like “boring lately”

dude,

i’m a friggin’ alcoholic therefore unreliable in the not boring department.

if i am inspired to write or be mean here and there it’s a miracle.

what do i get out of this blog other than grief and unhealthy compulsions and nasty comments on a regular basis. i’m not getting paid, i don’t have a mansion and servants.

if i want to talk about knitting sweaters and playing megatouch that’s my fucking business. if i want to feel ugly and not have pictures of my tits and dicks in my mouth for months on end then deal with it.

if i post ten hours of msn conversations of stuff that i say that i think is funny, deal with it.

you wouldn’t go up to some person on the street and say to their face that they’re boring or make fun of how they look, you’d sneak off home and comment anonymously on their blog.

i can’t wait to someday somehow meet one of you anonymous people and, you know, punch you in the face.

cos i’m fucking stupid like that, i don’t give a fuck.

mum if you comment one more time on my blog i’m taking down comments. i’d ban you but your ip changes everytime you go online.

jana made me that shirt.