Heyheyhey bitches. I saw Fenix*TX on Saturday and you didn't, that makes me a better person than you. Seriously, I can only apologise that I am still alive and breathing the same oxygen as all you guys, I know it's more than I deserve and I know you'd be happier if I was dead. I've tried many many times to die but my obstinate and worthless mass of flesh clings to life like it meant something so ... I dunno. One day I'll find the strength. It's an internal struggle and I'm going to win it sooner or later, because I have to. In the meantime, if anybody wants to kill me I won't put up a fight. It's not like it's worth it though, I'm not worth the hassle. Fuck this. Life is such a pile of wank. Right when I should be feeling happiest I get the stupid old black mood thing back again, why for fucks sake? what's even wrong with me. I suck.
*removes tights*
*knots carefully to create noose*
*climbs on chair*
*carefully ties noose to light fixture*
*slips noose around neck*
*waves bye bye*
*kicks away chair*
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I have been tinkering with the website again. Still not a lot to report I'm afraid. Mind you, I have found a worthy companion for the gorgeousity that is my wonderful dead pigeon at last, I believe. Out by the art room the other day Holly brought to my attention none other than a ... *drumroll* ... dead magpie! Just the one for sorrow I'm afraid, but nevertheless, it was decapitated and pretty damn cool. I took photomolographs from several angles. I wanted to poke it but had no suitable stick and I was scared that if I did a load of maggots would fall out. I FUCKING HATE maggots. I might have to find some maggots to stick on my hate page. With Pritt stick! real live squirmy maggots! In all different colours, including white, cream, off-white, greyish, and all the colours inbetween! with little black eyes ... and squishy lil' bodies ... wriggling and writhing ... how disgusting!
STILL sick. It's quite revolting. But I'm back at college today in order to make sure that nobody forgets who I am and also to squash the morale-destroying rumours that have been circulating amoungst the minions. Most of them seem to believe that I have been assassinated by the anti-lavatory league, an underground organisation sworn to the sacred purpose of destroying me. Pah. As if they could. They're mainly a bunch of hamster-smelling gibbering half-wits.
The only actual news today is that Atkins has her Birthday pictures, and they are SUPERB. Seriously, I haven't seen a better collection of images since I don't know when, they're just, just great is all. I will take them asap. Also, the last filum can start going up now that I'm back at college, my computer at home is too damn slow to upload the images on. So all in all the website should be up to speed soonishly.
I am bored, lonely and sick. I hate being ill, why am I always ill? my immune system is as weak and lame as everything else about me. I am dizzy with medication. I get no sympathy from anyone. I'm so bored that I'm updating my news page, it doesen't get much more serious than that. Gawd knows why I bother. *cough* .
I called in sick today and spent all day in bed. I have used half a bogroll up on my runny nose. I have taken 933% of my R.D.A. of vitamin C. I still can't be arsed to update the rest of the site. I have a fil-um that has been waiting to be posted to truprint for a whole week already. I have missed a thousand glorious lavatory photographic oppotunities. I am not proud. I am letting you down, my imaginary website viewers.
I have just been called an idiot. I have incurred feelings of hatred. This is a consequence of not going to the pub. I don't know why anyone cares if I'm there or not. The pub goes on without me. Life goes on ... and on ... and on ... Whether we want it to or not. I can think of nothing nicer than all this illitude turning out to be a malignant and inoperable brain tumour. It's a wicked, wicked thing to say I know. When I think of all the uneccessary death in the world, people dying who'd really rather live ... It makes me sick. And I am filled with a sense of self-loathing because I should be grateful for my existance and live life to the full but I sit around waiting to die like some ancient old crone with nothing left to live for. What a pitiful excuse for a human being.
Panic today as I discovered that the links were no longer working ... RAN AROUND SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF FOR THREE HOURS then sat down and tried to fix it. *sigh* *sigh* *sigh some more*. I theenk eet ees fixed now, but I could be wrong. And stupid! duh ... In trying to fix the link thing I realised how long it's been since I updated any of this shit. Truth is, I'm a wee bit bored of this now. Still, as ever, there are some gooooooood pictures on the way. I bet you're bored of hearing that now, aintcha? Seriously. The only way is up from here on out in out in out shake it all about. Gentlemen, we are through the looking glass now.
Good news! I have found someone who had a camera at the college party and is prepared to lend me the prints when she gets them so there may be a couple of pix after all.
Atkins' party was zerr gut, my camera was screwed so I don't know how those will come out but Atkins is prepared to lend me her pix when they are developed ... including some of Atkins sleeping! excellente, this es muy bueno. Erm, also I should soon have photomolographs of THREE new lavatories! *Dance of Victory* check it out in a few weeks and they should be on the fun with toilets section in all their glory. :)