Sorry, its gonna be a long lonely night KATIE FUCKING MELUA.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ooh, hang on, a kid reading a poem about a dead brother , good, good, and sad music in the background, beautiful. Now a description of how he like to draw pictures for his little dead brother, strings up to nine, and now...ooh, FEELINGS.....

Fuckadoodle doo, wake me up when I care.

Did I mention my sister died when I was five? Oh, and my mum died when I was eighteen? chuck millions of quid at me Children In Need, please?! No, though not.... and why? COZ I DON'T NEED IT, of course I don't, I did what people have done throughout time, dealt with it and moved on. Jeeeez, kids today. "ooh, no, don't go out in that blizzrd with no clothes on, you'll let a draught in" the cotton wool generation, bless em all.

Anyway, bitter, moi? yeeeaaah, a bit i guess.

Memo to me - when I'm rich, make sure that I buy all the stuff I ever needed, then a whole bunch of stuff i want but will never use, and then be wasteful for a bit, then buy all my friends everything they ever wanted, THEN give money away to people who really need it. Like..... my rich famous friends!

Ta ra!

- posted by pearly @ 3:32 PM

 
Weeeeeeeeellllll, hows that toffs?! That's all I'm gonna say!

So its Friday night, oh yes, how exciting it is to be at home with nothing but a bottle of meths and a huge sense of self pity!!! What a let down, I shold have been at a band practise this very evening, but instead I am hopelessly glued to the TV watching (I know, i'm ashamed beyond belief) Children in fucking need.... Why? I'll tell you why, because Bill double booked himself with a Pro Evolution Soccer tournament. Yeah, that's Pro Evolution Soccer the COMPUTER GAME!!!!!

In itself, I'm not annoyed, coz I can't afford to practice tomight, but it means that I have to sit at home, watching some admittedly good TV (simpsons, more simpsons, Max and Paddy, Peep Show, Father Ted) but then it ran out, I turned over and I have to watch FUCKING RONAN FUCKING KEATING (yep, that bright star of the british music industry....cock) and stupid people trying to emotionally blackmail me into phoning up a perfect stranger (probably being paid a tenner an hour) and handing over my credit card details. Ha, not bloody likely Wogan, die scum bag, die!!!!!!! Though I'll spare Gaby Roslin, can't be too evil, she has goodness oozing out of her ears. I'm trying to turn over, I really am, but the short films of kids with only one arm and an ugly faces make me feel better about myself, and its like a horrible car crash, you know you shouldn't watch, but you'll be buggered if you can walk away.

Please, just kill me, Donny Osmond is singing now. Osama old mate, this would be one of those times where you could unite the whole world by bombing TV centre, do it....

Of course he won't, I'll wake up at three tomorrow morning, having woken from my metholated spirit stupour with the same sense of disappointment of hopelessness that I've become so attached to this evening. Oh what a beautiful evening.

But its OK to make fun of the crips and the mingin, its all for charity! See, paid my two quid, I can what the fuck I like! Ha ha! (i'm gonna report my card stolen in the morning though, so they won't get a stinkin penny....)

well, I'll write tomorrow if I have any will to live left.

Coming wogan, coming......

- posted by pearly @ 3:12 PM