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I should really stop using the 'friendshippp thats the shipp i'd like to beee onnnn!' joke.
I should also stop blogging.
/Assuming nobody reads this anymore though since its so shit so THATS OKAY AHAHA I'LL JUST KEEP GOING.
Nobody can catch me now ! Not even a jamaican!
Come on, Asafa Powell, I'll race ye! Go on, get out of that coconut tree and act like a man!

I WOULD be writing things in my diary/creative thing/general book I do stuff in, except that I have quite nearly run out of space and want to SAVOUR it like a traditional french dessert, some might say. Or a roasted peasant.

I don't know why it's quite so bloody hot in this room at night. It feels like I've got the fucking devil breathing down my neck every five seconds, joyfully making me prod at a hot pit of fire and bathe in bowels of lava. -that was too dramatic but it's okay because i am the walrus.

I have accidentally superglued some pieces of rolling stone magazine onto my bedspread. This is inconvenient. And thats pretty much all the irrelevant, pointless pile of shit I can think of to numb your brains into a delicious desolate pulp for tonight.
-sleep well, non-existent friends!-