Hate the world today . . .
Mar. 23rd, 2003 09:10 pmBeach = pretty. Sun = evil. Pie = yum.
Sun has fried my mind and turned me into an ostrich.
How about that cricket?!
Don't want to talk to anyone. Don't want to apply for jobs where no one bothers to call me back. Don't want to read fan fiction. Don't want to write fan fiction. Hate the internet.
Don't want to discuss why violent and aggressive people scare me so much. Don't want to discuss Centrelink. Don't want to discuss the hair that keeps falling out.
How about that cricket?!
Wondering if it's possible to have a breakdown while surfing the internet. Don't worry, I'm not. (Apologies to the f**k-knuckle and flunkies. I'm sure you'd enjoy a breakdown.) Just be surfing the internet and . . . crack. Probably while reading Harry/Draco.
Wondering how much it would cost to hire a contract killer.
Wondering how I can protest for peace without being accused of being un-Australian or un-Patriotic or 'left-wing, dole-bludger, feminist, hippy-loser'
Wondering if I can afford to buy a DVD player.
How about that cricket?!
Wondering if I could post all the stories I haven't finished on my blog and declare them as permanantly unfinished, kaput, don't you dare ask for any more.
Off to bury my head, pull up my doona, put alcohol in my coffee and watch Australia win the cricket.
Sun has fried my mind and turned me into an ostrich.
How about that cricket?!
Don't want to talk to anyone. Don't want to apply for jobs where no one bothers to call me back. Don't want to read fan fiction. Don't want to write fan fiction. Hate the internet.
Don't want to discuss why violent and aggressive people scare me so much. Don't want to discuss Centrelink. Don't want to discuss the hair that keeps falling out.
How about that cricket?!
Wondering if it's possible to have a breakdown while surfing the internet. Don't worry, I'm not. (Apologies to the f**k-knuckle and flunkies. I'm sure you'd enjoy a breakdown.) Just be surfing the internet and . . . crack. Probably while reading Harry/Draco.
Wondering how much it would cost to hire a contract killer.
Wondering how I can protest for peace without being accused of being un-Australian or un-Patriotic or 'left-wing, dole-bludger, feminist, hippy-loser'
Wondering if I can afford to buy a DVD player.
How about that cricket?!
Wondering if I could post all the stories I haven't finished on my blog and declare them as permanantly unfinished, kaput, don't you dare ask for any more.
Off to bury my head, pull up my doona, put alcohol in my coffee and watch Australia win the cricket.
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on 2003-03-23 03:33 am (UTC)Tommorrow I plan just to wear a simple white ribbon around my wrist, also plan to see how long it will take to have it conviscated from me *sigh*
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on 2003-03-23 03:41 am (UTC)The teachers actually supported me when I wore a black ribbon on Bastille day when the French were testing bombs in the Pacific. Tell them that you've developed a social conscience.
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on 2003-03-25 01:10 am (UTC)