GOD FUCKING DAMN IT
I feel like utter shit and I’ve got fucking nobody to talk to about it. Fucking same old. So edinburgh at the weekend, try to take so many drugs that it doesn’t matter how I feel (although this has never worked in the past): I’ve got cock all to look forward to except my laptop. Got a strong feeling a major purge is coming on for a while, say six months. It’s not like my birthday is going to be fun whether I’ve got people there or not. JESUS SUFFERING FUCK.
These links are fucking dire. Non-budget food is basically fucking awful anyway, and Richmond links are the worst. WHY IS THE SKIN NOT HARD.
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December 27th, 2005 at 22:26 GMT
They call it the alcoholic blues, i decided to be a gay and sit in the dark for 4 hours because I stubbornly wanted to feel sorry for myself.
Your birthday will be fun as long as there is no cathouse and we all end up somewhere shite that plays miami vice music and charges 3 quid a vodka.
Chris cunningham, you are so ANGST RIDDEN!
December 28th, 2005 at 02:27 GMT
My angst is quite thoroughly hidden, thangyau.
December 28th, 2005 at 03:37 GMT
Angst is fun, it’s what makes good music and gives the internet a purpose!
December 28th, 2005 at 04:50 GMT
Humbug.
December 28th, 2005 at 14:15 GMT
I’m shaking my head at your angst btw, actual head shaking. I would give you a branded generic hug but you are ANGST.