Well, nothing has been posted in a very very very long time.
Guess everyone disappeared under a rock. Hell I only remembered this place cause it's bookmarked.
My vent is basically people who really lost out when the gene pool was assigning out brain capacity. Seriously, how some people don't "accidentally" kill themselves is beyond me. Am I asking too much? I term these people "dumbass". What makes you a dumbass?
1.) Asking the same question 3 times...
2.) People who can't spell, hey we all make mistakes, but when you construct sentences like this: "can i plz have teh ded cat".... you are a dumbass or play WoW.
3.) People who start sentences with "so........" , I normally end my response with "f$#k off......"
4.) People who crap themselves when they realise email can take more than 3 seconds to reach it's destination. Shock, horror.
It's just a short list, but I'm working on it...... oh and my cat just grabbed my mouse cable and dragged it under the desk... "Dumbass cat!"
laugh a lot it helps
Life is just one damned thing after another.
Elbert HubbardUS author (1856 - 1915)
read it
Don't get yourself arrested and make your day worse! If you need to vent, just smash something that's already broken! You can't get in trouble for wrecking the unsalvageable!
R. Stevens, Diesel Sweeties, 11-06-06
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Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Thursday, 3 May 2007
Me Fall down go BOOM!!!

Oh its almost the long weekend , an extra day for me to do absolutely sweet fuck all , the universe is not cruel this time around . I would drink but saving up for dubai is sodomising my wallet and social life but i must keep the faith for it is only 22 days to go , yes sun and sun and more sun :) and did i mention I am staying in my sisters apartment which is in a block full of air hostesses oh yes boys life she can be a kind thing...everyone have a great weekend , NOT!!
Sunday, 29 April 2007
Oh the reruns ....the endless reruns of my life
Yes the weekend is almost over once again and then back to work , but its all in the spirit of keeping the depressed heroin addicted child in side me happy.But I am keeping strong its only 26 days till Dubai sun tanning and shopping nothing like selling your family members for camels and blankets its going to be awesome.
Wednesday, 18 April 2007
It's not even monday

GRRR..... it's not even monday.
I woke up as late as anything this morning. I basically told the alarm clock to get screwed.
Hence grumpy smurf mode engaged. I then toyed with the idea of throwing this whole "cycle to work" garbage out the window for one day and driving to work, cause I was late etc.
But I used my willpower (which is pretty crap at the best of times) and cycled to work. On they way dodging the psyco, groupy, cocaine, crazy drivers that inhabit Adelaide roads.
Plus I left my ZEN at home..... so no music, and I have this craving for KFC.
OMG I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN BED!
Yes I am supposed to be working, and I am. Watching status bars is a type of work.
Time for lunch.....
Monday, 16 April 2007
Yeah I survived the weekend ...and then it was monday

Oh its Monday , which means i am suffering from a short very disturbing bout of depression , why you ask well its 4 days till friday and 11 days till i get paid which means I am too broke to go out this weekend , that means endless re-runs of my dvd collection and really cheap nasty wine , me thinks its going to be really bad for the few braincells i have left.
But wait there is a light at the end of the long tunnel its a few weeks till i am sun tanning my ass in dubai . Yeah its Monday SCREAM WITH ME !!!
Thursday, 12 April 2007
Good Day.
Hello All.
My name's Paul, and sometimes I post a blog on here.
To clear up any confusion, I never slept with the fat chick. I cleverly faked crippling stomach pains and managed to sleep in the spare bed.
Part of me wondered what it would be like to sleep against such a massive soft - object. The other part of me basically being sick over myself for all the terrible thoughts, so I figured I made the right choice.
This Satuday me and Captain K will be cycling across three miles of country lanes, deep in the sticks, to a pub called the blue flame. I say pub, it's actually a mans house, which he thought he'd turn into a pub one day.
The injuries I'm probably going to sustain whilst cycling under the influence will make AWESOME blog material.
Hooray for internal injury...
My name's Paul, and sometimes I post a blog on here.
To clear up any confusion, I never slept with the fat chick. I cleverly faked crippling stomach pains and managed to sleep in the spare bed.
Part of me wondered what it would be like to sleep against such a massive soft - object. The other part of me basically being sick over myself for all the terrible thoughts, so I figured I made the right choice.
This Satuday me and Captain K will be cycling across three miles of country lanes, deep in the sticks, to a pub called the blue flame. I say pub, it's actually a mans house, which he thought he'd turn into a pub one day.
The injuries I'm probably going to sustain whilst cycling under the influence will make AWESOME blog material.
Hooray for internal injury...
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