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Hello.
My name is sean. This is my rant.

THINK THIS BLOG IS EVER GOING TO GET YOU ANSWERS?
GIVE IT UP.
nevertheless I keep it to chronicle my life. Without photos. I can only imagine how puzzled I will be when I re-read my blog.

Ear Candy
Green Day.
F.O.B.
The Script.
Coldplay.
All the above, selectively.
Good sounds with a mild relaxing effect.

How to screw up my day:
Irritating, attention-seeking behaviour
Being a general ass-hole

Upon a star with a gun, I wish:
For me to stop being addicted to
The computer -Love -Being happy
And for a less competitive world.

Would be nice, but

I don't have friends on Blogspot anymore.




Bitch about this excuse of a blog


Mwah<3
Designer: Retrocarrots
BG Pattern: Henri
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Hosted: Blogger
10/18/10
Hello.

What is up.

I don't know.

Why do I even bother writing anything here.
No one looks at it anyway. Of course, apart from me.
CFM.

What does CFM mean?
Means confirm.

Screw you.

Excuse me?

It means screw you.

What?

Come Fuck Me.

OKAY!

Commence Forced Mobilisation.


Okay whatever. Should I scrap this blog? I think not. Evidence of my spontaneous writing is in here. Spontaneous writing may or may not cause your subconciousness to pop out of your brain and screw your writing up like a turtwig on fire. Also, it may cause drowsiness, nausea, vomiting, water retention, painful explosions, worm extensions, nom nom nom, amusement at the expense of yourself, and sadist/masochist attraction.

Its all your fault. All your fault that I didn't see any spoon. This love has taken its toll on me, she said goodbye, too many times beforeee.

You think it has? It hasn't.

Why have I become so much more more vulgar? I should try to stem this.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckc fuck fuckf fuckfu cufkcufkcufkcufkcufkcufkcufkcufkcufuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfukcufkcufkcufkcukfcufkcukfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu.

Painstakingly hand-typed. No copypaste.
Thats it. Thats the last one. My fingers have had it. I'm not typing that dirty word anymore. Its like letting it all out, and no longer having the want or need for doing it anymore. Just like... hmm. Sex maybe. Not sure. What would it be like to have some random person peering into your mind? You'd feel molested I expect. Of your mind.

Know what, I will never be sick of thinking. I will think to the end, thinking of the end, Thinking. Thats my escape plan. Think of all happy thoughts while the end comes.

2012, I'm waiting.


(12:28:00 PM)