Settled dust

Ah, Oppikoppi. The time has come and I thank my lucky stars for being able to attend every single Easter Oppikoppi since 1999. The thorn trees, dust and music combine to create a truly unique South African experience. Crazy people all around create too many memorable moments to remember!

*sniffle*

Sorry folks, got a bit nostalgic for a moment.

The biggest attraction this year at oppikoppi for me is, of course, The Narrow live... again! If it's anything close to last years out-of-this-universe performance, they're going to rock.
It's also one of my only oppikoppi's that I'm attending without any friends, so it could either go sour or be absolutely fan fecking TASTIC> and I'm more than 100% sure it's gonna be a blast. I got my little bag of magic and I'm gonna wreak havoc on the bushveld again.

Expect loads of photo's when I return!

FECKING HELL

*sigh*

The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion.

Why does it seem as if every single person on earth has tasted the sweet sensation of the new Elder Scrolls game, bar me? Why is it that I'm the only asshole in town that has no idea what to expect from the game, other than eternal bliss on earth? WHY DO WE HAVE TO WAIT SO DAMN LONG FOR EACH LOST EPISODE?

I'll tell you why - because I just had to be unemployed. Sitting on my ass, looking for a job, trying to keep myself from going absolutely INSANE from boredom. It all leads down the lonely road I find myself stumbling through, painfully dreaming of adventuring in Tamriel whilst whimpering squeaks and groans of agony.

I obviously deserve this agony, because as some of my favourite blog fans might put it, I'm a loser. A good-for-nothing Oblivion-less waste of oxygen. I finally got myself to crawl out of the puddle of tears and blood to write this horribly depressing blog entry, and the only conclusion I can come to is this: I was born to suffer.

My ex is running around on art campus having the time of her life, my friends are whacking off to Oblivions graphics, my family members are coining dollars and living large, while I writhe in agony as I feel my guitar playing skills fading away into oblivion (no pun there, as I don't have the game yet.)

So, please. Someone put me out of my FUCKING misery by putting a bullet in my head or a copy of Oblivion in my hands. NOW.

Not much, my dear

Hello and hello.

 

It's starting to PISS me off. No internet. Waiting and waiting for our monthly renewal... oh God, how long has it been? 7 days? No worries though. It's almost the 1st of April and then I'll be back in this lovely little digital dreamland. For now, I can only remember the wonderous times I had online... See ya soon, you nasty little internet thingy!

 

Ergh... someone pass the beer..

I'm baaack

Yay.

I'm out of shit town, and into P-town. I must say, the second I arrived here I felt like a newborn child, being baptised in the sweet city pollution for the first time. Gone are the windy days, the irritating "capies" and transkei doobie. Hello SWAZI.

 

Things are starting to shape up, and as soon as I stop partying I might submit a longer, more interesting blog post.

CHEERS!

 

I'm baaack

Yay.

I'm out of shit town, and into P-town. I must say, the second I arrived here I felt like a newborn child, being baptised in the sweet city pollution for the first time. Gone are the windy days, the irritating "capies" and transkei doobie. Hello SWAZI.

 

Things are starting to shape up, and as soon as I stop partying I might submit a longer, more interesting blog post.

 

 

Dear internet

Hi, my love.

It's the last day that I will be blessed with seeing you on a near-daily basis. I've struggled to come to terms with it, but hey, every good thing must come to an end. Hell, I bet that one day when I'm 100 years old I might start losing my rugged good looks too. Nah...

I don't have much to say but this: I enjoyed entertaining you lonely bastards for a few moments of my life. I felt I've finally given back to the community by  providing all you sad people meaning to your lives: I bet the reason you got up every morning was to come here and read my insanely intelligent journal entries.

Don't fear though, I shall return as soon as I find an outlet to plug my PC into in the new city I'm moving to. So, thank you for visiting somewhereelse and hope to see you soon...

Cheers!

Two days

Two days and counting. Yay and not.

Fickle world we live in. I couldn't describe our planet without using a handful of exploitives. In short, it sucks ass. And I'm not referring to the dumb animal.

I can't help but think that women are actually hellspawn sent by satan to conquer earth and trample on men. Sure, my view on the situation is really warped but bear with me for a moment. Have you ever had an argument with a woman? Uh-huh. Was it fun? Who came out on top? There's a simple reason for this friction - brainwaves:

Mens brainwaves flow like this: -------------------------
Womens, they flow like this: <|*@!#$(%&@(!)@%@(*)!@$@(!*(@

That, even though an estimation, is an accurate depiction of the crap that gets flung in between womens braincells.

I bid you farewell.

ANTI-BLOG

That's right. We all know they exist, yet we pretend they do no harm. We've all seen them. Go ahead, ask yourself. Have you seen one? YES! You have! See? I was right. I'm always right by the way (for future reference). Anyways, you just pretend they don't exist. We all know, and if you don't you're a blithering idiot, that I'm talking about BLOGS.

 
Everywhere you go, you always take with the weather with you. Damn, I hate that song! Come up with a decent tune you hippy assholes. Wait... what was I on about again... oh yes. BLOGS. I despise them. Every single one of them filled with confessions of hurt and love and all the crap that makes even the highly trained alcaholic puke in disgust, they are taking over the internet that we've all come to love and hate and they are turning it into one huge craphouse for people to dump their feelings and emotions in. It disgusts me. And you... you ignore them?

Don't you voyeurs and skanky web cam sluts see? Life as we know it could come to a crashing halt if we do not stop these "bloggers" from spending all their time spreading the blog disease, telling the world that they spent that Saturday night doing whatever the hell it is these assholes do, wasting good energy on a completely self centred activity (when they could be using that energy to get be a damn beer, for example) and ultimately killing off the useful space that we are so quickly running out of on the internet.

 
Oh, but wait! You never even thought about the limit in size we have for the internet! You thought it was all one big black hole that could be filled to the brim with crap like your David Hasselhof porn collection, pictures of you holding your PC intimately and, my personal favourite, pages and pages of whining and whining about your crappy personal life!

 
Well it's not, you stupid skywalker wannabes!

 
So, do the internet a favour, admit to having a diary (because that's what a blog is, freak!) and delete your blog. Tree's are here for a reason, people. Go to the local store and buy a little notepad (and if you're an idiot, you can buy an expensive diary), and fill it up with all the crap you've been wasting space with on the net.

 
"Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you...

 
HA! Now I bet it's stuck in your head too! Fools.

 
Over and out.

someoneelse

 

ps: What a day I had yesterday. I miss my doggie and ate some pie. Anyhoo, that's it for my online journal post for today. See ya next time, losers.

 

pps: Bacon and eggs

 

ppps: Ahhhh... forget it.

Anti-BLOG online jounal post (who the hell made that stupid word up anyway!?)

Anti-BLOG online jounal post (who the hell made that stupid word up anyway!?)

 
That's right. We all know they exist, yet we pretend they do no harm. We've all seen them. Go ahead, ask yourself. Have you seen one? YES! You have! See? I was right. I'm always right by the way (for future reference).

Anyways, you just pretend they don't exist. We all know, and if you don't you're a blithering idiot, that I'm talking about BLOGS.

 

Everywhere you go, you always take with the weather with you. Damn, I hate that song! Come up with a decent tune you hippy assholes. Wait... what was I on about again... oh yes. BLOGS. I despise them. Every single one of them filled with confessions of hurt and love and all the crap that makes even the highly trained alcaholic puke in disgust, they are taking over the internet that we've all come to love and hate and they are turning it into one huge craphouse for people to dump their feelings and emotions in. It disgusts me. And you... you ignore them?

Don't you voyeurs and skanky web cam sluts see? Life as we know it could come to a crashing halt if we do not stop these "bloggers" from spending all their time spreading the blog disease, telling the world that they spent that Saturday night doing whatever the hell it is these assholes do, wasting good energy on a completely self centred activity (when they could be using that energy to get be a damn beer, for example) and ultimately killing off the useful space that we are so quickly running out of on the internet.

 

Oh, but wait! You never even thought about the limit in size we have for the internet! You thought it was all one big black hole that could be filled to the brim with crap like your David Hasselhof porn collection, pictures of you holding your PC intimately and, my personal favourite, pages and pages of whining and whining about your crappy personal life!

 
Well it's not, you stupid skywalker wannabes!

 
So, do the internet a favour, admit to having a diary (because that's what a blog is, freak!) and delete your blog. Tree's are here for a reason, people. Go to the local store and buy a little notepad (and if you're an idiot, you can buy an expensive diary), and fill it up with all the crap you've been wasting space with on the net.

 
"Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you...

 
HA! Now I bet it's stuck in your head too! Fools.

 
Over and out.

someoneelse

 
ps: What a day I had yesterday. I miss my doggie and ate some pie. Anyhoo, that's it for my online journal post for today. See ya next time, losers.

 
pps: Bacon and eggs

 
ppps: Ahhhh... forget it.

Fuck.

Yup. Fuck.

My days here are nearly done, and for that I am grateful. On the other hand, I am probably going down a few wrong roads in the process... taking a few wrong turns... why? Because I can. Live with it.

Despite my insanely great personality and strong character, I do have a few simple weaknesses. Yup. I am human. I am setting myself up for a few major falls, getting ready to shit bricks, pull teeth and get my chicken choked. *sigh* That poor chicken.

Once again I had a point to portray in this prominent post, but FUCK knows I cannot say it anymore, because all these familiar eyes watch my blog closely... and before I know it "manlystud69" will spew his gayness all over my blog again, making it crusty with splooge. Ugh.

Fuck...

Good morning internet...

Good morning, my lovely little online journal. How be you today? As fine as the drizzly morning, twinkling with dew? As crisp as the minty fresh air in my lungs? I doubt it...

After all, you're just a collection of 1's and 0's, aren't you?

The weekend. *sigh* It was just another weekend. Same old heartache, same old fun, same old games and the same old rum (which was quite refreshing, as I made sure to drink it really fast and in large quantities). I got told that I'm an asshole, so nothing new there. Hmm... I wrote a song about how crappy earth is, nothing new there. I got my heart torn wide open, and now I'm staring at my insides... wondering if I like the feeling or not? Nothing new there. Nope. Nothing new at all...

So tell me, online voyeurs, do your weekends feel this repetitive too? Do you loathe the repetition of life? Or do you embrace it, improving on those daily things you experience?

I, for one, don't feel strongly one way or the other :-P

ergh...

ergh... ugh...

Dying today. Really, it must be my time. I have a disease. I am an alcaholic... and nothing short of divine intervention could stop me from feeling like absolute crap today. I vow to never touch a drop of alcahol again in the next 7 hours. Wait, make that 6 hours. Nevermind the fact that I did something extremely stupid last night that I'll probably regret towards the end of the month. Curious?

Well, despite the fact that I just shifted to the next paragraph to make it seem like I had a point, I don't. All I have is the headache I so rightously earned last night. That and the hazy dream-like state I'm in due to the near-complete lack of sleep.

ergh...

Goodnight, Rattie

Goodnight, my sweet Rattie.

You meant a lot to us. Your wheezing squeak as you hopped around in your cage, with that silly rat face of yours. The way you would always try and prevent us from taking the food or water bowl out of the cage. The way you would rush to the bowl and dig for the piece of dog food you loved so much. The way you'd curl up into a ball inside your housie even though it would be 40 degrees outside. The way you would run up and down when you heard one of our voices. The way you made coming home to an empty room so much easier for me. The way you would entertain visitors, who were suprised that rats could be such cool creatures.

I'll miss you :( *sniffle*

R.I.P.

Happy day after valentines...

OK. FINALLY. I managed to get the mountain of women off of me for just enought time to write a blog entry.
Lets get straight to the point.

VALENTINES DAY!

I tried my best to enjoy it. Really, I did. It was all happy-clappy and, due to my sadistic nature, I rather enjoy whacking hot chicks away with a stick. In the end, it's all about where you connect them, my favourite spot being upside the head as it makes a very satisfying *THUMP* noise.

The day went along, as my inbox flooded with "I WANT YOUR BEEF" mails, and I soon got bored. Why is it that this horribly commercialised holiday still strikes true in a females heart? Is it because it celebrates the wonderful emotion we've come to know as love? No, I can tell you why.

It's because women get free stuff. They love it! At every little opportunity they get, they'll want something for free. The women I know are all supermodels, and are used to being treated like queens, and it's these women that show the true colours behind Valentines best.

FREE STUFF FOR WOMEN, FREE SEX FOR MEN.

Shit I hate this planet...

Wow, I rule some more!

Jeez. I knew I rocked, but hell... I had no idea that I rocked to this magnitude.

See, the past few months my confidence has been growing. Women are starting to flock towards me, screaming and scratching each other to get first in line. The one time it got so bad that this super-model looking girl ripped her shirt off like the Hulk (a super sexy version of the Hulk), and did a banshee like howl to clear a pathway towards my hot body. Alas, Kerry McGregor gave her a second degree titty twister to stop her. It will suffice to say that it was a gore-fest of hot babes just itching to get a piece of me.

I don't know how to handle this fame and glory though. Once every single woman on earth is after you, you kinda get bored with them. Sure, it rules having boobs slapping you in the face from time to time, but you kind of get sick of it.

Maybe one day when I'm not considered as the hottest stud on earth, I'll lose some confidence and regain some interest in these angels.

Cheers for now

hehe

Hehe.

Life is a peanut. You eat it, and when you crap it out, it smells shitty.

No, really. I have an ego more inflated than Jennifer Lopez's ass. My ego is like a huge bulge in the pants, it grows and grows and one day, it just might pop into a bloody mess of snow and rose petals.

I really, truly, undoubtfully kick ass.

I just thought that I'd share this with the lonely geeks and voyeurs that read random "blogs" around the globe. Oh, and from now on, I'm referring to blogs as "journals". Because nothing sounds gheyer than blogs.

You see, mega-geeks and skanky web-cam sluts, I am what you will never be. I am the one and only pinnacle of greatness. I am, what you freaks might call me, the Luke Skywalker of today.

 
I rock.

 
Oh, you want a couple of reasons? You need proof? Well, eat your hearts out gheymo's because not only do I have proof, I have the wisdom, the patience and the stamina to explain all of this (extremely hard to grasp) knowledge to you.

I am someoneelse. The one and only (barring the other 1249 geeks that thought it would be mega k-rad 1337 to call themselves someoneelse) someoneelse!

I Am The Mighty SOE.

I am more talented than your favourite trekkie could ever be; I am more wise than your demi-god Yoda; I am more patient than your parents (who have been putting up with your existence in their basement for the last 30 years) are; I am the one;

I am NEO.

I RULE.

I can bet you right now – one day, when you are 80 years old, shrivelling in a blanket that smells of pee and vitamins, you will remember this journal entry. You will remember someoneelse, and how great he was.

You. Will. Remember.

I thank you for spending half a minute of your "precious" time to envelop yourself in awe as you bask in the glory of my mighty aura.

Someoneelse

Ps:  I RULE.

Yeah yeah.

Another day in gheyland. Yay for me and my miserable existance. No worries though, soon I can say goodbye to shit town and hello to not-that-shit town. Hopefully I can do something with my mega awesome, unrivalled 1337 guitar skillz, and rock the free worlds bunghole.

It's most likely that I'll run into heartache, and possibly even redemption, and that my friends is the scary road we've come to know as the unknown. But hell, I'm not sitting on my ass here and waiting for some opportunity to fall into my lap. If you want a lapdance, you gotta do it yourself.

Alas, I'm still here waiting for the 24th - my last day at work. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Finished all the games installed on my PC, watched all the movies and entertainment I have, run out of plutonic ways to keep myself busy during the frustrating wait. But on Friday night, I'm taking my 40 bucks and going to the local hotel to see if I can have a good time on my own. Sure I can, right?

Consoles suck!

Interesting heading, isn't it? Well, it has nothing to do with my blog entry.

Tried updating my blog a few times, but timing out isn't my cup o tea so I left the world of blogging to the experts for a while. Luckily I met a blog genius who informed me of the email updating, so here I am... testing it out.

You may leave now.

Animal speak

Look at me, I'm an alien freak
with a gun to my head, make fun of my head
it's all I ever cared about anyway
so wake me through the plaster...

Watch you go to sleep, watch me go when I sleep
be anything you want me to be
it just comes to me, like the animals speak
when you aren't around to see them...

GOD HELP ME WHEN
I come to you with a problem
GOD HELP YOU WHEN
You come to me with a problem...

...

That's my latest off-beat song. Working progress, you might say. You also might say that I need a padded room, and a warm white jacket, but hey... who cares? Not me.

Want to know what it's about? It's about that special feeling you get when you are young... the feeling that you are 'the one'.

Not much more to it really...

Must be that time of year?

I guess this is the stage of my blog career when I simply don't know what to say.

Things have been going awry here in the land of running yolk. The bastard king has stood up from his thrown, and cursed the maiden virgins fair. The Bishop has conceded, and the jester has broken his promise to the black queen.

Simply put, nothing makes sense any more.

It's Wednesday, I beleive, and there isn't much on the agenda. I have decided (or at least I've tried to decide) that things just aren't going to get to me anymore. I've had enough of worrying about the lamest crap this planet has to offer. So there you have it... MESS WITH ME TODAY FUCKERS!!!

*ahem*

Have a nice day

Just another weekend on the horizon

I wonder what this weekend will hold for me this time round...

I am sick of drinking, sick of hangovers... in fact, I would give nearly anything to rest my bones, and just do what the hell I feel like.

Hope everyone enjoys their weekends, and remember to respect the wishes of those around you.

Cheers

You want a fucking blog entry!?

Here's your blog entry.

I am a person, unable to control any aspect of my life. Work, love, music, fun... it's all one big fucking loaded cannon waiting to fuck the nearest person up.

Wanna know something? I have a decent PC. I had a decent childhood (or so I think). I have a decent fucking life. I can play guitar better than anyone my age that I've met. I have a beautiful girlfriend. I have a job that pays well. I have a warm bed to sleep in. I have food to eat every day. I have many plutonic object with which i can entertain myself. I have friends that I've made on the internet. I have all this.

I truly believe that I'm the one of the only people left on earth that gives a fuck about other people. Yet my actions are so self centred? Everything I do in life, appears to be for my own benifit.

For fuck sakes, i can't even finish this entry. It just goes to show, nothing on earth makes fucking sense. NOTHING. I have all this, but I need to fucking complain. I am the fucking personification of fucking a spoilt brat. I have all these things, yet I fucking dismiss them and believe that my whole life is down the drain.

That's when my brain shorts out.

like every child, I thought I meant something to the world. I thought I was important. I started playing guitar, and I seriously thought I would rule the world with my talents. I couldn't understand why people didn't have this faith in themselves.
But now, I feel useless. I feel like nothing matters, and I am a waste of energy. I feel like there's no reason to carry on, even with music.
It's almost as if I don't want to make music, because I don't want people to think I am selfish. I don't want people to think that I want recognition for my talent. I feel like when I play in front of other people, they think i am seeking attention.

There is a tiny bit inside of me, telling me that I am still this amazing person. Telling me that I am worth something to the world. But this part of me is just me clinging on to lost hopes. I have grown up to find that there's always somebody better. There is always a replacement.

And then I feel that I can be replaced. My girl could replace me with an even more talented, better looking, more considerate, more perfect person.

If I had to start a band, I would just be judged for my mistakes.

...

Fucking blogs.

Tough cookie

I really can't decide.

Should I be nice to my fellow work folk today or not? Will the outcome of the company depend on my mood towards the people here? It's just that some people can't follow a simple request, just because they feel they don't 'owe' you anything.

This guy standing a meter away from me, this very moment, has made everyone in the office coffee besides me. He even fucking made Louis coffee, who isn't even here today. That's right, he is making a fucking absent employee coffee, and not me.

UPDATE: I just stood up, exclamated my disgust towards this behaviour, accused a few people of idiocy, and made myself a cup of coffee. I must say, the coffee is good. Like dew drops on a fresh summer morning.

UPDATE: Handing someone an email adressed to them. Do they see me? Do they see this impatient employee, bursting with rage, extending his arm tirelessly across the desk, motioning for some response...

No. I have to stand up, walk over to this persons desk, wait for their attention, and finally hand it to them with a highly annoyed look.

...

But hey, I don't give a fuck. I have bigger things to worry about then some employees at my company. Who gives a fuck what they think, right?

All in all, I'm smiling. Waiting for the day to end, once again, so that I can return to my blissfully comforting spot with my girlfriend. Tonight is dungeon siege night, and that's enough to put a foolish grin above my chin.

Bye for now, and please excuse the lack of comedy in todays entry.

Once again obsessed.

Ah.

"Yo someoneelse!"
"Yes?"
"What's up?"
"Initiating warp drives"
"What?"
"Power up the warp drives, initiate data transfer"
"Hey someoneelse, what the hell are you on about?"
"Hey dude, maybe these components might come to good use on Planet Telos?"
"???"
"Yeah I think the droid suffered considerable damage after the heist"
"??????"
"Perhaps I could force-persuade her? Or do you think she has the power to resist the dark side?"

Yes, boys and girls, I'm obsessed. Yet another time-consuming RPG has entered my life: KOTOR 2.

Sex, drugs and rock and roll? Nah, just give me my fucking lightsaber already dammit!!!

...

This weekend I'm on my way to the Transkei (South Africa, in case you are some foreign freak) to visit my girlfriends best friend. Should be awesome, he is a really interesting dude and I'm sure a lot of fun will be had. There's only ONE problem...

No KOTOR 2.

To those who read this, have a brilliant day. To those who didn't...
YOU GO TO HELL! YOU GO TO HELL AND YOU DIE!!!

Cheers

Bleh

Bah! Work!

It's OK though cause I have no reason to fret. It's pretty great when you feel like you have the day under control, everything runs smoothly and- "What? What's that you say boss? You'd like reports of financing for cleaning over the last eight years? In the next hour?"

Ah, such is life.

On a lighter note... I'm getting into KOTOR finally. I'm enjoying it thouroughly... there's just something about RPG's that does it for me. Probably the mystery surrounding the mechanics of the games or some long string of words like that.

I'm also curious... do blogs just go unnoticed? Do people actually come here and read what I have to put down? If so, then why?

"Step away from the boobies... nice and slow..."

PC gained, PC lost...

On and off. On and Off. On and off.

Sound like fun? Perhaps to a compulsive ecstasy addict, but not me.
That is what I've been doing with my computer at home these days... switch it on, does it work? Nope. Try again.

Even the new PC. So I'm guessing I spent all that cash on something that didn't need 'cash spending' on or something a little more literate than that.

Don't bother reading any further, I simply don't feel like having anyone listen to the rest...

...

Today I leave at 3 o clock! Might I say "Kick fucking ass"?

An eventful weekend...

What a weekend. In a way...

It was great though, got to spend some quality time with my love, and I finally got a computer that actually kicks serious arse.

Other than that, met another online contact last night... it seems that most of the people I meet these days emerge from the lurky internet. It's not such a bad place after all...

In other news, my aunt shot herself last night. It's the second person (sort of) close to me that has killed themselves in the last year.
I just hope and pray that my cousins can get through this, so all my love and wishes get sent that way this morning.

And to those thinking of murdering themselves, think fucking twice before you ruin the lives of those around you.

...

And those with loved ones, cherish every fucking moment with them... it might just be your last.

Ag man fok

Well, that's that. I'm getting my new shit today at half past one!

Ahhhh

This weekend is looking good so far, I get to take my beautiful girl out for a few drinks or something... I'm just looking forward to relaxing for a change again. These days everything seems so busy and time just doesn't allow all the things I want to get done each day.

Don't know whether it's a good thing or not.

Other than that, life looks pretty good besides all the mountainous obstacles in my way.

...

A man walks into a bar.

A woman walks into a bar.

HAR HAR HAR! That's about the funniest thing i could come up with today, aside from this comment.

A piece of cheese just for you

I love Friday!

I get to leave work at one, I get to take it easy at work and I ge- SHIT! MY computer is still broken!
Damn I kind of forgot about that. My life is at an end. My death is near. My head is hurting.

Nah, things are looking pretty good actually. My brilliant girlfriend came up with the idea of telling my father that I was going to get a credit card in order to buy a new motherboard and CPU. So, I told my dad about it and I could tell by his expression that he didn't like the idea at all...

So I asked if he wouldn't let me use his credit card and I would pay him back and...

VOILA! It seems that today I will be heading to ye ol computer shoppe to get some 'hardware'

The only problem is that Murphey doesn't really like me much and I'm afraid once I get the new stuff I'll realise it was in fact a faulty power supply or something stupid...

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that life is good, no matter how you look at it.

Smile dammit!

Ah... the end of today draws near!

Just another two hours...

Another two hours and I can go home! I am especially looking forward to bumping my head on the desk while trying to fix my PC. Perhaps this has something to do with the Transkei herbs I have stashed in my cupboard?

Point is, for every action there is a reaction.

Examples:

Action: P.C. breaks
Reaction: Light joint

Action: Drink beer
Reaction: Smile

Action: Light joint
Reaction: P.C. breaks

...

I might add that today is the first day I've ever used a *spits* blog. I kind of like it. It's like a diary for straight guys.
I do feel a slight twinge of gayness in my right eye, but I'm sure that has more to do with the chocolate milk I drank earlier than anything else.

I truly hope my love is doing ok today... it sounds like she's had a really rough one.
If only I could come face to face with the bitches on the bus that make her job so miserabel...

"All the bitches in the bus go YO-OH..."

I guess that's that for today, be sure to tune in tomorrow for more...

... TALES OF INTEREST!

cheers voyeurs!

A quick message...

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Cheers!

Another day!? Yup...

Why it's Thursday! Wow... I was under the impression it was Monday. How am I doing on this fine Thursay, you ask? Well... My computer is broken, my girlfriend is depressed, my lungs are hurting... All in all it's just your average day in my life. ... The love of my life is my biggest concern though. She is my one and only, my everything. She is what I live for these days... Everything else has kind of gone into submission (No, I have no idea what it means) and I'm concentrating on this very important part of my life. My girlfriend is such an amazing woman. She is unique in every way, and she is beautiful on the outside and in. The only problem is that she doesn't see this. She has a low self esteem, and she often feels worthless to those around her. Little does she realise she is one of the most talented people I've ever met. She amazes me in every way. I met her on the internet a few months ago, and yesterday was our four month anniversary. . I guess there's no point in putting this on paper (well, metaphorically on paper...) but a little part of me is wishing she could find this blog of mine herself... without me showing it to her. I wish she could understand how important she is, without it seeming like I'm just trying to cheer her up. Oh well! This letter will self destruct in 125552336 years...