Thursday, August 18, 2005


Wednesday, February 04, 2004

Rags, Looks like daniel is getting upset cos beth told him to get upset on her behalf. I didnt say the prank call was on saturday i said friday. And either beth and daniel had sex, did some sort of sexual act, or beth fingered herself in the night. Either way Beth was making all the noises (including squelching) of sex.

Sunday, February 01, 2004

I have decided that daniel shall be mon bestest friend pour this week. Merci

Monday, January 19, 2004

I went to my councillor today, he said that i was great and everyone else was bad and i need to learn how to cope with being amazing and how to accept that other people make their own (bad) choices.

Well, now things are sorted i can start to talk again

Me and Rachel are over, i phoned her tonight, she didn't really seem to give a shit, maybe Beth's bitchy two faced comments were true, (Rachel never gave a shit about me apparently). But at least it wasn't a big heart renching ending. Who knows, i think she's just really pissed off at me, cos i didnt call her or anything, and then i just call up and dump her, and the last time we saw eachother everything was cool.

The second part of the saga....me and Rose are back together, which is great. It came a bit out of the blue, and to a lot of people it seems really random, but it was inevitable, well, thats not really true, but nonetheless i'm damn glad she decided to stay over my house with everyone else that night so we ended up talking to eachother again, and ultimatly going out.

Rags, if somehow i manage to live in an alternate reality online, please give me a reality check, cos i wouldn't want to be doing something stupid like saying stuff about how i'm such a nice person and how i'm the only person who has feelings and the only person who thinks about everyone else, but in reality im just a moany self righteous egotistical bastard who gets in the way and then complains about being in the way. OH HELLO.

Friday, January 16, 2004

There are some right fucking spastics in london town, people seem to live in some sort of dream fucking land on the internet, as in they can't attach what they say on the internet to the real world, its like a fucking fantasy. Its like people say things on the internet and think they are a certain type of person, when in reality they are just a big tit. Im not saying im Mr.Perfect or anything, (infact i prefer Mr.Perfect Esq)...but some people really need a good hard fucking verbal slap, and a big reality check.

The actions of others affect me, its all consequential, butterfly effect and all that malarky.

Monday, January 12, 2004

Oi, who this more fire crew? who bin spreadin rumours bout me bitch, rumours are a dangerous thing and should be ignored, or in some cases listened to because they are often the truth, as are many rumours of me recently....infact i havent heard any rumours of me recently that ARENT true, apart from the one Beth started about me having a small cock thats really bent....thats only a half truth, meaning that my cock is actually half the size she speculated.

Friday, January 09, 2004

Yeah so I´m in tenerife, and when your just with you and an old man, and people seem to think your some sort of paedophilic love couple, the place isnt as fun as it should be. It seems that the main businesses of Tenerife are its booming Lilo industry, and its Thai sex industry. On my street alone there are 2 Thai sex shops, 1 Thai massage parlour, and 1 Thai sex shop with "private rooms". I dunno where the fuck they get all these slit eyes, but there must be shit loads of em about here guzzling down on the old chop suey. Most of the Brits do well to keep up our reputation, and if their heads arent shaven they make up for it by swearing drunkenly at some "fucking A-rab wannabe spanish shit face". Most of their tattoos are classy enough too, bulldogs and crosses and whatnot. I´ve been trying to follow that diary, the change your life one, but i keep fucking up, but im trying my darndest i tell thee, but trying to have a quick wank with an old man in the room is a bit difficult, but i think if i just openly do it he cant exactly say anything. Rags i gotta go do some shit man. Sam L Joyce signing out. (imagine my long ginger locks flowing as i ride into the night)

Out.

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