Fucking hell

What a fucking effort to get to this shit, I go away for a year and it goes to pot. Wankers. Still, good to see that the boys haven't changed the proverbial locks! I feel like the one who went to uni a boy, and came back a drug addled cockheaded...cock.

Howdi chaps - cheery unkee Stu is back, and more bitter and vitriolic than ever. Since my er - break, I have tried to calm down, moderate my thoughts on that soul sucking myspace thing, and trying not to swear is fucking hard there, I can feel the brain tumour grow bigger and bigger the more I resist the urge to shout out very loudly CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNTS - So I thought I'd bring the old Stu back from retirement.

Oh yeah!

But for a bit of fun, I'm not even gonna bother telling anyone, so if you've found this (brown) Well done you, what do you want, a fucking medal? Fuck off. Cunt. This is about me, not about you or anyone else, self absorbed shit about exorcising demons and saying cunt. A lot.

So what have I learnt since last July?

1. The country is so called because of the people that live there.
2. I will never be totally happy, because I have figured out that I hate everything though it doesn't stop me whining about the fact that my job is shit and I have nothing else to do. Even though I hate London, Ipswich is about a million times worse with no music scene and only a bunch of twats who live breathe and probably puke mindless, tuneless metal / punk / ska shit. Utter, utter pig fucking inbreds.
3. I have become old, boring and even fatter. Fucking lack of disciplin. What a shag.

Couple all that with the fact that I can't be arsed to do anything, and you have one happy chappy.
I'm quite looking forward to writing this again - it's been fun!

Next time, I'll rant about 4x4 drivers. The cuntiest cunts in all of cuntdom.

Cunts
- posted by pearly @ 5:53 AM