it's too early in the morning.

It is 3 am. I have just had some sort of bad dream. I feel like I've been crying for hours, but I can't remember it. I probably won't be going back to sleep until the dull, cold trendrils of ache wrapped around the bit where my heart should be fade away. I think today might be one of those days again. Feels about right, haven't had one for a while now. I'm going to go lie down until the sobbing dies down so I don't feel like a blubbery, wretched little wuss. This is probably happening because the damned anti-depressants aren't doing their job. Stupid pussified pills.

god damn it

Fuck, I got fat. Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick, I am a one fat fuck. This is not good. I need a fucking fatectomy. DAMN YOU HAINANESE CHICKEN RICE!!! DAMN YOUSE STRAIGHTS TA HELLLLL!!!!!! Gym tomorrow.

mooo

I had a screwed up night. Got off the Internet with a good friend of mine who needed help with some designs, then I tried to sleep. As it so often happens when one is too tired, I was not able to. I switched on the Xbox and indulged in Halo 2. It was not a good idea. I did not sleep till 3 am. Now it is 4.35 in the afternoon, and I have just woken up. It feels like something hairy crawled into my mouth and died a pungent, rancid death. With fumes. I'm going to nuke my mouth with mouthwash now.

it's everyone else's fault

The whole day has been an exercise in irritation. The god-damned bank with the waiting and the traffic and FUCK!!!! I'm so agitated right now that my hands a literally shaking. I need to hit something hard. There was this stupid woman in the bank who wouldn't stop talking about her fucking stupid dog shit eating kids and the grades that they are getting for exams.Rancid cow. Her children will all suffer from mental breakdowns within the next few months and return to brutalise their mother. This will spark a man hunt for the Manson family of Sarawak. Stupid idiots and their grades. In 5 years they'll probably realise that its all pointless and drink themselves to oblivion.

I don't know if any of my friends read this, but Melissa, if you do manage to see this, very sorry for the late drawings. Life is a fucking whore with herpes and leprosy. Today was like having the whore use her pus leaking lips to suck on your balls. FUCK.

That is all.

happy mornings

There is a piece of half congealed mucus hanging by a thread from my nose. I feel extra sexy today.

WOooooOOoo.

listening to: Katamari Damashii by Yu Miyake and Masayuki Tanaka
Naaaaaaaaaa na na na na na na na na Katamari Damashiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!

I've thought about it long and hard(hur hur) and it has occurred to me that I might just be an asshole. I'm definitely a dick as it is. I mean, I don't like most of the people I meet, many members of the opposite sex strike me as being too mentally challenged to walk and breathe at the same time, and fundamentalist Christians really grate my cheese. Hmm, I must give this more thought. If it turns out that I AM an asshole, then steps must be taken to live up to the title, ie: making fun of fat girls (7.6 on the Richter Scale!!!)

That aside, it has been a rainy day today, this makes me sad and happy at the same time. Sad, because I can't go swimming and happy, because I can NOT go swimming with no guilt. I am a complex person. This makes me special. My mummy says so.

I want a cat.

FUck you.

This is my first post on my new online diary thing. As such, I feel something special must be said. So here goes: Fuck You! And your mother. And the dog that she raped to have you. That is all. Carry on.