@ Saturday, May. 03, 2008 – 09:46:47 pm
Dear Caasder Fronds,
If you fucking spam me one more fucking time I am going to SERIOUSLY go apeshit in you fucking low-life cunting face, you TWAT! I don't want, need or fucking desire to have links to site after site of fucking PORN, because unlike you I actually have a life. 
Having said that, I am impressed by your ability to type out that many URLs with one hand.
(three times he's spammed me this afternoon, THREE TIMES!)
@ Saturday, May. 03, 2008 – 06:12:31 pm
Well, I managed to wake up this morning on the sofa, with my lappy in front of me at 7.30.
I was feeling a bit groggy but I knew that there would be words if I didn't at least turn the damn thing off and go to bed, even if it was only for show. So that's what I did.
Memories of PMs and reaching out to someone, or someone reaching out to me drifted in and out of my clouded mind as I climbed the stairs. I slumped into bed - well, onto the floor in front of the PlayStation, to be more accurate - and the next thing I know it's gone 11 and I need to do some ironing and go shopping. Sod getting changed, they're only yesterday's clothes. They're still fairly clean. I mean, it's not as if I messed myself in any way during the night, is it?
Ironed my shirts for next week before realising I've still got another two days to get that done 
. Oh,well. 'Tis done now, I needn't worry about it later.
Went shopping. Oooh! Big excitement!
Bought a squeegee and a set of jump leads to replace those that broke last month.
Gods, what an exciting life I lead, eh?
I'm now treating this mild hangover to a hair of the dog. I think it's working. 
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