It's not even 11am yet and I've had more drama than a mexican soap. No violence like in the Kungu Fu movies, but the violence I'm imaging doing right now is making me look tired in the face.
I think to0 much, I think so bloody much, but the weather is in my favour. It's gloomy and grey, just the way I like it. So I'm thinking how I've destroyed my life in one short day. Yesterday that is.
I've messed my mind up, created tension between me and about 50 of my friends, can't stand to be near anyone for more than a second...and yet I've managed to do so much within a day, the productive and the destructive, but more of the productive stuff. Think I should be depressed and sad more often, it seems to give me the drive I need to get things done.
Anyway, I have this friend right, (you know who you are) and then there's this person (major stalker-you know who you are too, and If I catch you I'll feed you to my dog) who reads my blogs and then calls my very good friend and tells him that my blogs are about him.
Listen here buster, while my blogs are mostly about true people and happenings, 70% per cent is just fictional spice-up to get you to read the damn blog. I know you like it, that's why I do it. Whack!
So whoever you are, go ahead, read my damn blog, read all you want and leave a comment if you want to, call my friend even, and tell him that the blogs I post are about him, do, please do, but when I catch you, I (what Achmed the dead terrorist said) you, and feed you to my dog's flees.
I've just decided that you are too crappy to be eaten by my dog. He's too cool for you.
And Nigger, thanks for making my day crappy.
Perhaps I'll get return the favour some day.
Peace out!
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