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A message to Araba
Now I ain't one for ass kissing and to loosly borrow a quote from a story you once told me "I haven't got lips big enough". But nuff love to Araba (www.20six.co.uk/little-miss-h) for designing my blog for me. Without a decent template or a myspace editor this blog was as good as dead. Serious, they ruined it for me but Araba gave up a small amount of time to make this blog happen. Now as I mentioned I'm not one to asskiss and naturally theres always a but....I would really like the Liverpool badge put in somewhere........ ANYWHERE! But Thanks! At the moment I'm listening to the Plan B album and its really good so far. |
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Fuckety fuck fuck fuck, Cos swearings clever.....
In the last entry I talked about how bright the future is. Well who switched off the fucking lights. it's like an episode of everyone hates Chris where you have the happy ending with the "something to fuck everything up moment in it" Like today, or yesterday depending whether you go by the calender like normal people or by when you last went to sleep for an extended period like me, I got this lovely letter describing how I owed 500 pound for suspending my studies and that they have reviewed my loan and for suspending my studies they will now half my loan. Talk about being up a creek with no paddle! I barely scraped through last year with maximum loan, how will I manage with half? Of course I'll manage I always do, but it's going to be one long year of study and not much else. I'll have to go to redbridge council and ask them how my financial status miraculously changes from poor to rich due to the fact I now owe them 500 pounds! Besides I only suspended my studies last year because I was told that was an option, because I was told the only problem was tuition fees for next year which is solved by the filling out of an interculation form. But then that shit showed up and suddenly I feel like I've dropped the soap and bent over. In more minor news I have to wash my brothers trousers and post a parcel. Only I was meant to do that on Friday. Hey, I like making things difficult for myself obviously.... |
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My love for my blog is deteriated
You know when it's been absolutely ages, your mind has been polluted by your mates BBQ music and your suffering from a bout of paranoia The slim shady L just sounds like the sickest thing bar Illmatic! I really can't wait for Plan B's album to drop next week. I'm actually going to BUY THE CD. If his mixtape is anything to go by an English rapper could finally scale the heights that the likes of Roots never managed. But hey let's get back on track. I'm home alone people and though my body is more knackered then your grans sex life my mind is hyper like I've mixed red bull and mushrooms. I'm absolutely convinced someone is going to attempt to rob my house, so I plan to stab the person that robs us in the eye with a biro pen making him scream so loud Frank Gallgher, our next door neighbour, beats him to death with a stray TV dumped in that big pile of rubbish in my back garden. The search for a job is going nowhere so I volunteered to work at Rise, a concert in London which is celebrating a worthy cause which I can't remember. I don't suppose they'll be using my cooking skills though. I managed to fuck up maccorone cheese, the cheese sauce tasted like some kind of mash potato you eat in the school cafeteria. Mind you while I was away I got interviewed for Harrods. I kinda knew that when they said we're looking for "THAT KIND OF PERSON" to be the "FACE" of Harrods that I wasn't going to get the job, ever. But I tried my best. I demonstrated my ability to work in a group, by copying peoples answers, showed a knowledge of celebrities by selling peppers using gucci handbags and in a desperate attempt to ensure I'd get the job I made it a possibility I was the Terminator in disguise by walking into an overhead speaker designed specifically to murder 6'5 candidates and coming out the winner. I didn't get the job..... The future is bright as always. I'm still your next multi millionare writer, though you've probably gone through this and spotted a few too many gramma errors and of course didn't like the way I wrote. However if you got this far and didn't like it, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO READ IT. I'm off to a BBQ next week and in normal circumstances I'd definitly say I had a hand in the music. But I don't want to come to any physical harm and with the potential DJ jobs available I'm wise enough not to put my name on that. Should I meet enough interesting people I might do something, a little gathering or something in my back gadrden later in the summer. But we'll see.......... At this point my mind runs dead and that cheesy chat up line "you must be tired because you've been running around in my mind all night" popped up like in some comic style speech bubble above my head. Dunno why? |
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Apocalypse
June, though it was meant to happen ages ago Potentially make someone's summer. Alternatively destroy thier eardrums. Postman's teasing me I have mail in bloody Ilford, but not where I want it, grrrrr Maradona still looked awesome even though he's about twice as high and possibly got shorter with age. Shame he was on the losing side because the English celebs cheated and gave the rest of the world the worst set of football players they could find.
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Patriots begin to emerge, you know them ones who celebrate St. Paddys day but not St. Georges day
As I continue to catch the disease otherwise known as world cup fever here's something I noticed; In order to assist other motorists in identifying and also I was reading the Mirror the other day and noticed an article about some doughnut who covered his house is the flag of St. George's. His picture was put in the paper above the caption; Patriotic. Now would someone patriotic be waring a cap advertising New York City? I won't buy the things simply for that reason. But I don't call myself patriotic. It's just looking at the picture I was thinking, Patriotic? na, the word your looking for mate is Chav! Also this week the tabloids have picked up on knife crime amongst youngsters. About fucking time, it's sad that a boy had to die for awareness to grow but it's not like you couldn't get stabbed for looking in the wrong direction when I was 14. I think the message that has to get through to people is it's not hard to carry a knife, it's cowardly. If you can't fight with your fists don't bring trouble your way. Meanwhile the bank holiday has put my life on hold. I must wait til Tuesday to find out what I'm doing for the rest of the week because the contract for my new place is still in the post. Blah at least Maradona's playing footy tonight |
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