Right Ok

I've officially lost it!!!!!!!! All because of that stupid, idiotic, self centered, vain-obsessed little girl. Her name is BOXXY BABE. Oh yeah, the one who can't spell the words 'for', 'everyone' and 'from'. How hard can it be to type 3 simple words in? Well obviously it's such a struggle for poor little Boxxy, because she has to be DIFFERENT! Of course, why didn't I realise!? Originality is popularity for the majority nowadays, but it's not. It's really not- it's quite the opposite for me and I just get so frustrated trying to stress this. You can all watch your shitty shows with hyper active consumating rabbit wannabes but in the end you WILL be bored. It will just take you a while to figure this out. And that's why I am writing this now. Even though I've felt like this for ages about the little tart, I've only just remembered I actually have Blogger!!

Keeping the stress levels down,

Ro

OH NO IT'S COMING!!!

Yes, I Am Speaking

Not So Bright

Well the weather was a bitch last weekend when I took my annual trip to Brighton. The gayest event of the year and it was all ruined because someone decided to set the party in the park!!!! Downpours of rain drenching us making us look like half dead rats in the sewers. It was quite fun. Trodding in the mud, pissing in the slopey tree hills. Hell yeah it was mucho fun. But then we retired back to the station to head home and we all wondered what we actually did in Brighton. None of us could actually think of anything apart from walking, travelling, walking again, pissing, drinking and chatting.

I would much rather go when Pride isn't on because it's all too much, especially in the rain. A group of friends on the pebbles is good enough for me. Some drinks, sex, violence- yes all those too. I guess I'll just have to wait til next year to see how it all pans out really. For how can I say no to a day full of gays and freaks.


Off and out superlovers

A Total Geza

Many of you have probably come across a weirdo or two (or 10?!) in your lives, but I'm hoping that they are all online freaks who are either little kiddy widdies messing around pretending to be crazy or otherwise they are.........actually freaks. Say for instance this god-knows-how-old man who resembles a mixture between Santa Claus and...........Satan? I don't exactly know what Satan looks like but I'm pretty sure he's a fat old man with white hair called Geza. And a pervert too.... Well you can decide for yourself really! (I just realised I've used underlining dots a lot already and it's only the first paragraph....weird!) Anyway the point of this unecessary story is that this obese scarf shielding and hat bearing git decided to add me on Facebook and I can't bloody work out whether it's a fakie pervy or a really really REALLY strange man. Probably both anyway I'm assuming cos you gotta be odd to want to set up a fake creep account to scare little girls and whatnot. He keeps sending me messages I don't understand cos it's half English half ??? whatever language he speaks. Bizarre times.

I don't even know why I've brought this up as an issue, I guess I was in the mood for writing after reading my ever so beautiful and genius girlfriend's blogs and articles that have recently been submitted onto a web page. She doth inspire me to aspire. It's a shame I don't have motivation or activity running through my genes. I blame my father for that. Only kidding I love ya dad, not that you're reading this!! Ha ha!!

Anyway to sum it up everyone on Facebook and Twitter is a perv. Cos everyone flirts with my beloved on twitter, and everyone flirts with me on Facebook. Well, and Jen too. Damn.

Goodnightalls

House- What A Mischievous Scamp!

( Keep it shut, Hugh!)

Just finished work- A 7am start! Oh the pain....It's all over now though so screw it!! I'm just thinking of the money I',m getting, being the selfish pig I am. Anyway I've come home to my adorable girlfriend, who's watching 'House'. Poo poo to that! I don't like Dr. House very much, I'm not sure whetehr it's because Hugh Laurie puts on an irritating deeper than deepy boy Christian Bale as Batman, or because the character is actually a twat. Probably a mixture. I mean sometime he can be a bit funny. Yes, a BIT funny that chap. It's just soemtimes he reminds me of an old man who gets narked off at me on the till if he has to pay for bags or if I make a mistake. Hmmm.

Want to play tennis on friday so badly!! Need to keep fit!

Speak later bloggies!!

When Bad Turns Nasty

If I'm going to admit anything, it is being a jealous orientated hypocrite. Sometimes I don't know my boundaries, but amends are being made. I am immature and I still make mistakes, which is one of my weak points. I don't think I'll ever learn, but the sad thing is I always seem to regret it because of my delayed reactions. I'm slow in all the wrong places. I can't offer an apology but I can offer regret.

Tired but finally finished my first year at University! Relief! The day has come to an end already, but I had enjoyed runing around 24/7 (well not those hours but it felt like it) while it had lasted. Which was not for long; time flies when you're having fun! He he!

Byesie Wysie!