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	~March 20th~ Apologies for yesterdays bizarre rant, I'm not to entirely sure what was going on there. I may or may not have delete that. So. Nudes. Last night was great, the college party was easily the best yet, in my humble opinion. I think certain townie fractions were pissed off by the music, which was of an undeniably high calibre (Congratulations to Jon on his DJ slot, I've never heard anything quite like it) And everyone was sensible and didn't drink too much or get drunk at all.. ahem I didn't take my shirt off, I want to make that absolutely clear. I was fully clothed at all times. Anyone who tries to say different must be the victim of mass hysteria or some kind of group hallucination. Bad baaaad news though: I forgot my camera. What a bloody fool. I suppose in some ways it's a good thing, but nevertheless, I was kicking myself all night. So you can't see the pictures of all the many girls in teeny-tiny skirts and school uniform. sorry Tommeh :( . Howsoever, tonight is Atkins party night and I've remembered the camera so this could be almost as good. It'd better be anyway, seeing as how I turned down a chance to see Reel Big Fish to be there. I was going to go with Jo, one of my favouritist people in all the whole wide world too. I miss Jo. I think she hates me for this. And I'll probably never get to see Reel Big Fish ever again now. They're getting huge. But I couldn't not go to Atkins party when it's all we've been talking about for weeks now, could I? blah blah blah ... you should all come along anyway. Consider this an official invitation, Beaton's house, tonight, be there.

		~March 19th~ I feel really bad right now... I'm such a bitch. It's no wonder everybody hates me. I don't even know when I'm doing it ... it's like I have no control. What a pathetic individual. It's a bloody good job nobody ever reads this shit. I want to apologise to so many people, but I have to apologise so much that it stops seeming sincere and comes out as empty and shallow as I am. I hate this so much. I can't help thinking how much better it'd be if I wasn't around at all. Some people should just never have been born I suppose. In a way I wish people would just do what they should do: get angry and punch me in the face for the out of order shit I do. I don't deserve the patience and understanding that everyone shows me. Solitude is too good for some. I'm not so special. Just a stupid fucked-up bitch with an attitude problem and enough self-pity to fill a fucking oil tanker. I make myself sick, I'm just the kind of person I really, really hate. You know what I mean? All pretence and acts and mask after mask after mask ... it's hard to remember where the reality lies. Who's to say what I think is real is the reality anyway? It's all just so much bullshit when you get down to it. But I digress. If anyone ever actually does read this, I just want to let you know that I'm sorry. I really am. I'm not just saying that, it comes from the heart, and I mean it. I'm sorry.

		~March 18th~ Once again, I have very little to report that is of any interest to anybody at all whatsoever. It's hard to concentrate with Atkins laughing at me all the time :( I don't know why everybody keeps laughing and pointing at me wherever I go. Ho hum. There's no word from the innovations people yet regarding my flamethrower. Hay bunch of Gomosexuals. Pepe is fine. No sign of the US military or that scary police lady yet. Regarding the website, notice the new pictures are gradually starting to appear. Hooray! This process is taking a while due to staff laziness and goat-related strains on my time. I am finding this whole website thing a damn sight more effort than I had bargained for. In unrelated gossip, Atkins's party is gonna be great, you should all definately come and trash Davo's house. That's March 20th (wednesday), at Davo Beaton's house. See you there. And the college party should be hilarious (tuesday) because we all get the oppotunity to mock a certain wannabe-DJ whose slot will be downstairs from 12 - 2 am. I am hoping to start up a chorus of booing that will lead eventually to him getting booed off entirely. Heh heh heh.

		~March 16th~ I am a boring faggot. My life is not newsworthy. Here goes anyway. So. The pictures are ok, I will start scanning tomorrow. The dead pigeon is as beautiful as I remembered. wipes proud tear from eye. I think I need a whole page devoted to the drunk and disorderly photographs. Amsterdam was a queer experience. I lost some of my best badges. Gay. I burped a lot but vomited not at all. Art was there. I paid no attention whatsoever. Atkins was disgusted by my behaviour, and by my "exotic sandwiches". I took photos of the disgust. Jon survived. I almost had to throw him overboard on the ferry, but I'm not allowed to say why because it upsets him when people bitch about him on the internet. I have no brick lodged in my skull yet, despite all his best efforts. HAH HAH HAH! When I get my flamethrower delivered from the innovations catalogue he'll be sorry. Homowner Of The Week will begin shortly, as will a regular feature entitled "Me and My Toilet". Take note of my sophisticated and mature sense of humour. I may or may not do "Lavatory of the Month" as well. I think it would be kewl but I don't know all that many good toilets. I will have to start breaking into peoples houses to rate their W.C.s under cover of darkness. To be honest I am loathe to start breaking and entering again, especially after what that police lady did to me the last time. In other news, I have once again evaded capture by the U.S. military by hiding in a cave with my goat, Pepe. He is a goat. In a moat. With a boat. ... who's got the crack? My ear holes are a stable and respectable 4mm. I have no suitable 5mm instruments for stage six of my quest for total self-mutilation. Screw you guys ... I'm going down the pub now.

~* March 13th~ There's not much in the way of news atm to be perfectly honest. Erm. This website is still under constuction so please do keep checking back, I know it's pretty gay up till now but I promise it will get better. Today I am picking up the photomolographs from the developing place, so they're coming soon. It'll probably take me forever to get them scanned and all that shit, but never mind. Then you can all see my beautiful dead pigeon. And the promised drunken fool pictures. And the showercap images. How exciting! Nat gave me a 10mm flesh tunnel yesterday ... the stretching of the ears continues. I wonder if medievael torturers used similar techniques. Ho hum. I believe I am rambling now. I'm going to go to art enrichment instead. Today we have an art mock. Gay. sigh* Amsterdam is tomorrow! I will take a camera and bring back many embarrassing photos of Atkins to entertain you. More pub pictures soon too.



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	~March 20th~ Apologies for yesterdays bizarre rant, I'm not to entirely sure what was going on there. I may or may not have delete that. So. Nudes. Last night was great, the college party was easily the best yet, in my humble opinion. I think certain townie fractions were pissed off by the music, which was of an undeniably high calibre (Congratulations to Jon on his DJ slot, I've never heard anything quite like it) And everyone was sensible and didn't drink too much or get drunk at all.. ahem I didn't take my shirt off, I want to make that absolutely clear. I was fully clothed at all times. Anyone who tries to say different must be the victim of mass hysteria or some kind of group hallucination. Bad baaaad news though: I forgot my camera. What a bloody fool. I suppose in some ways it's a good thing, but nevertheless, I was kicking myself all night. So you can't see the pictures of all the many girls in teeny-tiny skirts and school uniform. sorry Tommeh :( . Howsoever, tonight is Atkins party night and I've remembered the camera so this could be almost as good. It'd better be anyway, seeing as how I turned down a chance to see Reel Big Fish to be there. I was going to go with Jo, one of my favouritist people in all the whole wide world too. I miss Jo. I think she hates me for this. And I'll probably never get to see Reel Big Fish ever again now. They're getting huge. But I couldn't not go to Atkins party when it's all we've been talking about for weeks now, could I? blah blah blah ... you should all come along anyway. Consider this an official invitation, Beaton's house, tonight, be there.

		~March 19th~ I feel really bad right now... I'm such a bitch. It's no wonder everybody hates me. I don't even know when I'm doing it ... it's like I have no control. What a pathetic individual. It's a bloody good job nobody ever reads this shit. I want to apologise to so many people, but I have to apologise so much that it stops seeming sincere and comes out as empty and shallow as I am. I hate this so much. I can't help thinking how much better it'd be if I wasn't around at all. Some people should just never have been born I suppose. In a way I wish people would just do what they should do: get angry and punch me in the face for the out of order shit I do. I don't deserve the patience and understanding that everyone shows me. Solitude is too good for some. I'm not so special. Just a stupid fucked-up bitch with an attitude problem and enough self-pity to fill a fucking oil tanker. I make myself sick, I'm just the kind of person I really, really hate. You know what I mean? All pretence and acts and mask after mask after mask ... it's hard to remember where the reality lies. Who's to say what I think is real is the reality anyway? It's all just so much bullshit when you get down to it. But I digress. If anyone ever actually does read this, I just want to let you know that I'm sorry. I really am. I'm not just saying that, it comes from the heart, and I mean it. I'm sorry.

		~March 18th~ Once again, I have very little to report that is of any interest to anybody at all whatsoever. It's hard to concentrate with Atkins laughing at me all the time :( I don't know why everybody keeps laughing and pointing at me wherever I go. Ho hum. There's no word from the innovations people yet regarding my flamethrower. Hay bunch of Gomosexuals. Pepe is fine. No sign of the US military or that scary police lady yet. Regarding the website, notice the new pictures are gradually starting to appear. Hooray! This process is taking a while due to staff laziness and goat-related strains on my time. I am finding this whole website thing a damn sight more effort than I had bargained for. In unrelated gossip, Atkins's party is gonna be great, you should all definately come and trash Davo's house. That's March 20th (wednesday), at Davo Beaton's house. See you there. And the college party should be hilarious (tuesday) because we all get the oppotunity to mock a certain wannabe-DJ whose slot will be downstairs from 12 - 2 am. I am hoping to start up a chorus of booing that will lead eventually to him getting booed off entirely. Heh heh heh.

		~March 16th~ I am a boring faggot. My life is not newsworthy. Here goes anyway. So. The pictures are ok, I will start scanning tomorrow. The dead pigeon is as beautiful as I remembered. wipes proud tear from eye. I think I need a whole page devoted to the drunk and disorderly photographs. Amsterdam was a queer experience. I lost some of my best badges. Gay. I burped a lot but vomited not at all. Art was there. I paid no attention whatsoever. Atkins was disgusted by my behaviour, and by my "exotic sandwiches". I took photos of the disgust. Jon survived. I almost had to throw him overboard on the ferry, but I'm not allowed to say why because it upsets him when people bitch about him on the internet. I have no brick lodged in my skull yet, despite all his best efforts. HAH HAH HAH! When I get my flamethrower delivered from the innovations catalogue he'll be sorry. Homowner Of The Week will begin shortly, as will a regular feature entitled "Me and My Toilet". Take note of my sophisticated and mature sense of humour. I may or may not do "Lavatory of the Month" as well. I think it would be kewl but I don't know all that many good toilets. I will have to start breaking into peoples houses to rate their W.C.s under cover of darkness. To be honest I am loathe to start breaking and entering again, especially after what that police lady did to me the last time. In other news, I have once again evaded capture by the U.S. military by hiding in a cave with my goat, Pepe. He is a goat. In a moat. With a boat. ... who's got the crack? My ear holes are a stable and respectable 4mm. I have no suitable 5mm instruments for stage six of my quest for total self-mutilation. Screw you guys ... I'm going down the pub now.

~* March 13th~ There's not much in the way of news atm to be perfectly honest. Erm. This website is still under constuction so please do keep checking back, I know it's pretty gay up till now but I promise it will get better. Today I am picking up the photomolographs from the developing place, so they're coming soon. It'll probably take me forever to get them scanned and all that shit, but never mind. Then you can all see my beautiful dead pigeon. And the promised drunken fool pictures. And the showercap images. How exciting! Nat gave me a 10mm flesh tunnel yesterday ... the stretching of the ears continues. I wonder if medievael torturers used similar techniques. Ho hum. I believe I am rambling now. I'm going to go to art enrichment instead. Today we have an art mock. Gay. sigh* Amsterdam is tomorrow! I will take a camera and bring back many embarrassing photos of Atkins to entertain you. More pub pictures soon too.