That is a really good plan
Dear Diary,
So, you don't have to remind me of how much of a tool I am - of that I'm perfectly aware. It seems like a lot of posts lately have been about how I suck at posting things, and
HOLY FUCKING SHIT can I please stop getting fucking junk email!?!?!
Sorry. It's just that every few seconds some douchebag computer thing thinks that sending me emails about medication I can't pronounce will totally convince me to buy some.
"He he he he hey guys you know how we could make a huge bucket of cash?"
"How is that, Timmy?"
"Well we could send emails to this guy named Davis about Xvyvxpltriox and he'll totally like buy 3 billion dollars worth and we'll live in Idaho and it will be awesome."
"Dang Timmy, that is a really good plan. I mean it is good. I want to have that plan's children it's so awesome. I would let that plan smack my ankles with fish and I wouldn't even say anything about it because it is so damn good."
Those fucking bint-faced Lithuanian hooker bastards. I want to shoot them out of a PVC pipe.
Anyways, London is busy. Right when I got back from my excursion to Latvia, Kelsey arrived for a brief visit, and then school started, and now I want to eat a pineapple.
Damn guys. This post has been very not interesting and kind of on the 'what kind of fucking crack do they sell him in London?' side of things. But that's what junk email will do to someone.
Au revoir.
Love, Davis.
PS - If you were a tool, what kind of tool would you be?
Over and out.