I CAN'T BE BOTHERED! I CAN BE BOTHERED! NO I CAN'T

I wrote a rant about the jerkiness of people what like music and don't and why they're cunts but I'm too old to whine on about that stuff, I've reached the age where I just seethe quietly and mutter under my breath about what an insufferable jerk the man stood next to me criticising my choice of CD for the fact that they "Sound like a bunch of shepherds in a cave. Oh look! Baa-aaa! Baa-aaa! They sound like sheep!" THE MAN'S AN ARSE. I bet he likes classical music because it's SMART, the prize bellend. What a cock. ANYONE like that is a diiiiiiick. Kids who listen to emo (or ten years ago nu-metal, ten years before, goth or some shit I dunno, I can't remember) to help them "express themselves" or because it "connects" can all FUCK OFF ONTO A BUS, or alternatively just accept that they're teenagers and get some kind of smug wank on, I don't care, or I dunno, jump up and down for twenty minutes, see if you still need to express yrself then...
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Just, the whole rant I just deleted and rewrote (..um) the whole fucking point is I guess the idea of listening to music for anything anything anything anything other than the feeling of "I AM HEARING SOUNDS OR A LACK THEREOF THAT I FIND VERY VERY PLEASING" is totally stupid, stupid like wiping your arse with your own cock (if you're hung like an acorn, ie.. me)...
whyyyyeyeyeyeyyy? I understand why, just not WHY... huh. I'm just a dick I guess.

Something else but I forgot oh well waaaaaambulance on its way you UNBEARABLE DICK MASCOT (me).


Boring to always talk about bloody dreams though, but I had a dream I was working... in France, outside (just seemed nice I GUESS, what am I know-what-I'm-on-about-man?), and then a BIG GYPSY and his FRIEND came and STOLE my SAMPLER and PUNCHED ME, and when I tried to fight them ALL MY STUFF got stolen. It sucked so bad. I went to a market and FOUND THEM, reported them to the police, but they didn't like me and I got deported. Without all my stuff. Shit.
I got home and found that a friend had moved into my bedsit, but they said it was ok because I had bunkbeds.

This dream sucked so bad I woke up early and in a foul mood. I went to sleep for another few hours and woke up in ANOTHER foul mood. Probably the same mood.

I'm in a "QUITE GOOD" mood now. "HOORAY"

Whatevs, I'm gonna go stab ghosts and make a mixtape for drum-manboy-forgotten-his-name


it's Joe. I think (sometimes you can't remember people's names ever so you just call them "hey", or "dude", or "YOU").

I was talking to a bit of a hero of mine on facebook. Look we're all "friends" and that now.
Exciting. "eeeeeee"

I haven't written anything about my fucking life lately because I just couldn't be bothered.
I will wait until I can just be bothered.

WINTER'S CACK!

I tried, I tried I trie-e-i-e-ied to get out of bed, but what with this towering structure beginning 3mm away from my face I was unable to move for fear of dislodging it and making it all COLLAPS and the whole thing was on fire anyway so I wouldn't want to burn my flat down too.


I had a dream that a giant Daily Mail attacked me in somebody's garden.