hell in a hand basket

fact

men bitch too

lets start with a begining

 

my bank card was witheld by the hole in the wall due to it being exspired

the bank did'nt tell me

i have money but i can't get to it with out going into the bank

no biggy really but it pissed me off pretty hard core over the fucking bank holiday

 

the fucker has no money and today used money given to him for a bill by will to go out and get pissed (i am yet to pay due to fore mentioned bank issues)

bill money he's been quite pushy in chasing everyone up for  

it's not your money it's the gas company's money 

think i'll hold onto my quater till i sort out the bank and write him a cheque, no cash

plus i don't entirly trust his count on the bill

me tinks he may be trying to basicly steal from us but i'll make my own count in the morn

 

and pissed he did get but at least he did'nt bring home some chavs who rinsed him for free shit or come home all angsty over a chick or sick on the pavement outside our front door 

he did spill beer down himself (which i thought was pretty funny)

also he made a very clumsy drunk advance on this emma girl (which was gold)

she's just got back from america due to a year long exchange thingy

kinda cool really

any hoo she's camping out at kirsty and jens as they have spare roomage and she is with out roomage due to the amerika thang

so she has become a regular thing round our house as kirsty is basicly going out with olly (even tho he and his long time girlfriend are still together to my knoledge) and jen is having an off or on or on or off or on thing with will and every body else still treats our house as a squat they can turn up to and drink at so i'm starting to get sick of opening the door to people knowing they will leave their emptys on the floor or the table for me to pick up as i know no one else will

does that make me whinnny little bitch or should i set out easy to reach bins in the living room

 

i see storm clouds on the horizon in the home front

or more i see people around me running at doors that they think will be open but might turn out to be doors painted on brick walls

makes me smile i gave up on that shit some time back

tho i may chance my dice with emma, shes pretty cool, i like her and the fact she's a hot emo chick may have something to do with it (i guess i just have a thing for lip piercings and red and black poka dot 1960's dresses)

it makes me not smile as i'm paying a lot of attension to the relationships of those around me and i've been pretty good at guessing the next plot twist so far 

annoys me that i see it coming before i think they do but i have no idea how to advise or if i should advise

any way now he's shouting at americans over xbox live as they keep on killing him 

mainly due to that fact he's pissed and i'm running my downloading software to rinse the internet to get him to go to bed

i've asked him to keep it down twice already and now he's telling some hick how he's as english as english gets coz he's a celt

fucking basterd retard arse hole

id rather have the hick speak for my country than him

id rather he died for real and stopped respawning personally but thats just me and i'm stone sober and pissed off

 

mark from over the road has been pretty cool lately 

if it wernt for chilling with him watching a few films or getting catatonically stoned at least once a week i'd have ripped of the celtic fuckers head already and made a tastful water feature out of his cadaver and a few other house hold items

 

having bought some razor blads and not being able to find them i now have a shitty beard on my face 

found the blades yesterday but i'm starting to like the beard and it suits me apparently too so i'll run with it for a while

 

i'll leave it there for the moment

bye  n  bye 

 

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