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Tuesday, August 5th I realised today that I may have an agression
management problem. I found myself a personal wooden dummy, in the
form of Taz. That was incredibly amusing, but still, very sorry.
A very female observant male attribute in my grade fell out of a bus
window this afternoon, I'd judge that the bus was traveling at 50ks at
least, but he didn't die, too bad....
I also managed to walk around with bird shit on my arse the whole
day, I swear birdshit has some sort of magnetic attraction to my butt.
Lastly... Happy Birthday to you mr. |
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Whinge
Listening? to the radio perhaps? But what may be concluded from that
but the groin injury of some fullback on a football team with shorts
that are so high that they seem to resemble some form of explicit male
lingerie. Reading perhaps? To some teenage jibberish that
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have a problem with that. There's no such
thing as a personality anymore, only a great fashion sense, the best
hair ironing appliance and a boyfriend. What about guys, their ego
is all that matters, their fucking image. What bloody image is there.
Gangster wannabes, wimpy Fairfield assholes that are too scared to bash
a guy up properly, just run away, run away. |
| Sunday, August 3rd
Some things are
to die for, but rarely do people realise these things until they are
gone. So many people use and discard, that it almost becomes a ritual.
Human beings have this gift of being able to love, but equally as
much as we may love, we may also hate. Sometimes I wish that we could
be more simpler, too many strings attached, we almost loose ourselves
and who we are to the grasp of society, a society that doesn't exist,
existence in a world of material and greed; my polyester world. |
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promotes the production of a fluro pink
chemically enhanced nail polish that is responsible for throat cancer
and the extinction of a rare species of primate, the ground dwelling
baboon. Pathetic isn't. The more 'modern' times become, the more women
strut around with barely a shirt on. But guy's wouldn't |
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The world only consist of two types of
people now; dickheads and bitches; and I guess I'm one of them. |
