Wassup? Wazup? Wasup? Wazzup? Waszup?
And how are all of you frikking imbeciles and morons with slighly deficient brain cells out there? I realize I havent been coming online but that is simply because of my excessive work hours; to the tune of thrice the European standards; and my complete psychological and intellectual collapse.
Ohk. So, basically, I need the following things, not in order of importance,
- This wonderfully excellent suit I saw the other day.
- Bruce's telephone number so I can call the fucking whore-slut.
- A boyfriend.
- Excessive loss of weight.
- A sense of humour.
- A guy I can cheat on my boyfriend with.
- A beautiful yet perfect house on the beach.
- Another guy I can see on the side and compare with the first two guys.
- A sense of time and space so I can start to order my life.
Oh and yes, all of bitches out there who think that Apples are better than Mangoes, go fuck yourself; I hate you; we are never having sex.
So, basically this is how worked up I can get when I have just exercised and havent had my morning tea followed by a game of Pacman.
Which reminds me, my Pacmania has gone through the roof. What the hell are your highest scores in Pacman anyways. I am pretty sure I have the highest scores.
p.s - Please dont hate me because I have a complete lack of any concepts of continuity of thought.
posted by Jalal @ 19:55
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