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fuckyall, and fuck audio recordings. a failed experiment.

what a fucking massive waste of time.

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other people: making sure you know you're not good enough since 1977.

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I really hate the fact that most people on myspace use it as a spam gateway.

We never post on other people's profiles, we never send junkmails.

If you come onto my page and try to post a fucking three paragraph marketing screed, you're a rude fucking cunt, and you're going to be abused on your own profile, flagged as spam, then blocked, you worthless shit-bags.

Also, i'm fucking your dad.

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Hello, I'm Chris Rock and I'm painfully unfunny.

If you have a multi-million dollar CGI production in which the entire cast (be they trucks, animals, or magnetic space badgers) is clearly and painfully white, you can hire me.

I'll just talk like Chris Rock, which will be annoying, but then eventually, I'll stop, and the relief will be exquisite, and you'll get to think you have some level of diversity in your production. Which you don't.

Mush dash, I have to say something "edgy".

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Henceforth, all suicide notes should end with "lol".

I can't take it any more. All of my life, I have struggled to make a difference, to be met at every turn by hateful, self-serving, vindictive fucks. Well, you drove me to this, and I hope that it weighs on your hearts as you go through life knowing that you forced me to cut mine short. My blood will forever be on your hands. lol.

That's how I'm going out.

UNEXPECTED MASSIVE WIN

SO.

I wake up.

With a fucking hangover.

And little sleep.

And the one thing above all other things i have to do today is to get my passport application sent in, because Kirsten's coming over in a week and if they turn her back, i need to be able to travel to be with her. i am, under no circumstances, prepared to spend christmas apart from my wife.

And I can't find the forms.

Un-be-fucking-lievable.

I am going out of my absolute fucking MIND trying to find this envelope.

I go through the fucking bins.

I check and re-check the whole fucking room, again and again.

Nothing.

This is INSANE.

So, I start tearing the room apart.

I find a pile of xbox and wii games. Shit, I never even played Soul Caliber on the Wii? Gutted!

Shit, there's about three games still in their wrappers, I've been remiss! There's house of the dead, I'm sure I played that, maybe I bought a copy for someone else, then there's bioshock and oblivion on xbox budget range, but i'll get to them later, then there's my old passport, then there's that dragonball game on Wii and

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND

MY OLD FUCKING PASSPORT.

UNDER A PILE OF XBOX GAMES.

I HAVE FOUND MY MOTHERFUCKING PASSPORT.

THIS IS EPIC.

I am SO fucking relieved, plus about £120 better off (for the 1-week passport replacement service).

I'm afraid that I did waste ephemera's lunchtime yesterday, but it was a great excuse for pizza and a catch-up :)

My room now looks like, well, like I hit it, I suppose. A bombsite that's been hit by another, larger bombsite.

But I am content.

i'm going to have a bath now. just you fucking wait and see.

Hells bastarding yes, my friend. Hells yes INDEED.