Apparently I dated a guy who is now on the sex offenders register for frequently sleeping with 15 year old boys.
I'm fairly certain I am neither, a 15 year old boy, or look like one.
I don't even feel bad for making him pay for everything that night.
I can't even remember what movie it is we watched.
Which is odd.
I know me and Russ watched Stardust together on our first date, and with that ginger guy years ago, we watched Robin Hood and made out.
How have I forgotten that movie with the sex offender.
Hmm.
That Nick was cute!
Blatantly need to stop being shy around him, he's adorable.
Plus, JB was out last night, and I do love him so.
I text my manager a photo of my balls.
What the fuck.
Also.
I'm drunk.
That's not good.
Also.
My new goldfish Meth, is trying to eat out my old goldfish Bastard's ass.
Goldfish into scat?
Why me?
So, I gave a customer the finger today when they asked where they can put their complaints.
Who the hell let me work with the general public?
Actually.
I'm fine, just don't annoy me, and we're good to go.
Well, I'm easily annoyed, so that's impossible to ask.
Just don't be a dick to me, and I won't be a dick to you.
I think that's fairly easy to expect?
No?
No, I guess not.
Ah well.
God I'm excited for Sunday night, it's Mistress' Hen Party, and She's being handcuffed to me.
I'm blatantly going to get her so damned drunk, She'll be dribbling.
But, She's expecting it.
I got a good wage this week, too.
So maybe Bastard can have some friends, instead of swimming around his tank all lonely and crap.
So Russ just left, gay.
I've got work soon, gay.
Though I finally have a working mobile.
People can call me!
Not that anyone is getting my number, incase my new stalker gets it.
I hate him!
He even got his mom involved in the stalking.
I think I need to break up with someone I'm not even with.
Gay.
Work = Gay
But, yay!
Russ is over this weekend :]
I should go buy some dinner, before I get grouchy and have to go to work telling people they're having a pint of shut the fuck up, and liking it.
Fuck it. I'm going back to blood red hair again.
I may even wear it naturally.
/gasps
If it's the one I saw once, Sailor Moon makes a pentagram in the air with a wand and blows shit up, I almost jizzed it was that fun.
But also no, its the legal kind of jailbait.
Damnit that guy was enough to make me fucking homophobic, and I'm gay!
Maybe I'm "Thattwatophob
I dunno.
Well, I hope he's dead.
On a lighter note, my cleanliness obsession is kicking in.
I'm dreading when I get a day off.
I'll be scrubbing the fucking flat top to bottom.
I'm gonna be hated in this flat soon.
Mr Darcy went and proposed to me on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, and I went and got the consumption.
Oh what is a girl to do in such a predicament.
Fuck me, I'm already bored.
Ah well, I do get to actually message some lovely nutbars on here <3
I've not been to sleep in an awfully long time.
Is it bed time yet?
Mom?
Are you here to tuck me in?
Why've you got a gun...
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What is a mind?
Is it the universe?
Can something that really absorbs so much information on such a regular basis and breaks it all down from around us so we don't go insane, really confined to the walls of a brain?
I don't understand.
If feeling is simply electronic impulses our body makes, telling a massive electronic system believe what we're touching feels good, what we're eating is nice. Why would our own minds sabotage us and let us feel pain?
Surely pain can be avoided altogether if we want it to be.
Maybe we're all voices in my head, all this is a coma dream.
But that's very egotistical.
Oh well.
Was there even a point to this?
I guess one major rule of the internet is to not get angry.
I thought I prided myself on letting it all get over my head.
Then I was on my period or some shit, and got mad over nothing.
At someone, over nothing.
That's not me, I hope they understand that.
But, now, my lack of another diary has brought me back!
Plus I kinda missed a few people I don't have any other contact with other than here.
So here I am.
Don't you dare try to stir shit up, you fucking moron.
My tongue bar makes me want to taunt fat people.
Why can't we all just talk about oral sex :]