Someones angry

So someone is really pissed off at me, because i wont do stuff with them tomorrow, and then they said i needed friends to learn some social restraint and not get freaked out by text messages, i dont think that it ever occurred to them that maybe i just dont like them? Or... maybe i just find them disgustingly creepy and cant be fucked to plan stuff with them, yeah it must be that.

So whats been happening lately? well, uni is back on, 2 weeks in now and now i'm also working at the same time, not fun at all. Least i'll be rich AND smart hehehehe, that always works out with sexy results.

and theres been abit of drama with the local queers, probably wont go into it much... oh why the hell not, ashe, tanya and christine are stupid bitches and ashe needs to figure out that theres more to life than the queerspace, scouts and snowboarding. There i said it, i hate ashe, with a passion. The only people that seem to browse this blog already know who ashe is, so i guess i wont go into much detail, but it needs to be known, that if i ever had to listen to her talk about rovers or thredbo again, i will kick her mammaries so hard they'll condense into testicles (though i suspect she already has 3 or 4)

Jasmines birthday was on thursday, and her party was on friday...well last night, i got home at 5:30 this morning, and caught a night rider home, those are fun, you hear all kinds of conversations on them, and buses are so much better than trains, theres the whole, sit in your seat, stay in your seat and shut up on buses that trains dont have, trains are just downright scary, sooo many weird people on them like those groups of 15 year olds with their token aboriginal girl that goes around asking EVERYONE "got a s'pare smoke man?" and the white kids that add "fuck" into every 4 the word and wear hoodies and sniff their runny noses like 5 year olds. Or the middle ages people with tourette syndrome that make scary noises and sound effects, then when they look at you all you can feel is murderous rage. yeah, murderous rage.

Birthday party was fun though, surviving the train trip was so worth, yet for some reason, i feel rather bitter and moody, i havent smiled all day, i'm finding it hard not to shout at my soft toys and moving my limbs takes so much effort that i'm gettnig really tired from talking

Anyhoos, this is sufficiently long, kudo to ed for the inspiration,

catch you dudes later you mother fuckers