so why am i talking giberish at this strange hour of the day, i took the last 2 hours off collage as my stomach felt was like it done 12 rounds with roy jones, but im pretty ok now. theres foxy chicks all over the place here so i said id stay for a while. i dont think ill do a weekend rant.
theres another one. sweet.
i got new shoes there yesterday. and a shirt.
im getting my hair cut on satuday.
i havnt fired off now in id say about 11 days or so, im just realising the value of sperm in the whole nature off the universe, like a lifeforce and shit, so ive been trying not to be wasting it as much, cos you know there little creamy fellas with fellings too, they dont want to be taken for granted. id go so far as to say there is a little spem union annd they have meeting twice a month to protest about bum fucking and wanking and all the latest porn scutter,id just like to say to all the sperm, im with 100%.
its now 14.01, im getting a bit hungier now, but im too lazy to get up and go home. when i left my house this morning, the place was absolutely covered in student lowlife. the other 3 lads in the house went down to tralee last night and fell asleeop on the living room floor, after stumbling in the door at 4 in the morning shouting ILL GIVE IT T YA ILL GIVE IT T YA at me, and eating all my pat the bakers.
i had shepards pie for dinnar last night. it took about 35 minutes in the oven and was nice. i hope thats not what fucked my stomach up, id hate to have to avoid shepards pie for the rest of the year, he gets oin with all my freinds and we both go to the samme pubs and stuff.
im getting quite good at my typing now so i am, pity i cant spell for shit, i was jamming with dave last nigght, i just cant shake my music thang with those steel string guitars at all, id bring my own guitar back down but id get notih done with it,
ah, i think ill tog in at this point im much too hungry to continue
(i have to dedicate this to something every week, this is dedicated to balance in the universe, everything must balance.)