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Ah yes. One is a happy camper when amongst the likes of friends and acquaintances.
Tomorrow I go see Jasmin and spank the shit out of her till she understands French. There is also a meticulous plan underway that involves luring her unsuspecting boyfriend in with promises of sexual favors, only to tie him up and beat him to bloody pulp.
What can I say? Fun.
Simon was a good chap and sent me cheddar in a box today. He's so good to me, my gosh.
He was also pretty excited about some weirdos finding a piano on Ben Nevis. Firstly, why would anyone go on Ben Nevis?
Secondly, why the fuck is there a piano on Ben Nevis?
The mind boggles. Alas.
My shroom spores are coming along really well, too. Nothing like growing drugs for aforementioned friends and acquaintances.
I get my drugs from God, oh yeah. You should see how high I get, oh yeah. Go Simon!
I've been toying with the idea of a new journal lately. Let's face it. This thing here is lame as all hell, I never update, I never comment, lame, lame, lame and even more lame.
Instead, obviously, I could also say bye-bye to LJ, but I don't feel like I've reached that point yet. Y'all will naturally be notified of any decision I make concerning this very, very sensitive topic.
Other than that, I am overjoyed to announce the stay of my dear friend, ThrillTill, at my house starting next week or so. He will camp in my living room and have a good time with all my books and other objects of high intellectual value. (We're talking TV, laptop, make up, DC Comics, several electronical devices, as well as, lo and behold, a hair straightener here.)
Ich freue mich wirklich auf dich, und ich bin mir sicher, dass wir die obercoolste, megageilste, fettkrasseste, superhammer und illste Zeit der Welt haben werden. Männer aus Hamburg seien ja angeblich sehr romantisch, also zeig mir was du hast, bitch.
Zudem möchte ich anmerken, dass ich das Wort "Scheiße" gar nicht so oft benutze. Überhaupt sind "schlimme Worte" überbewertet. "Schlimmes Benehmen", und "schlimme Vibes" sind viel, äh, schlimmer. Natürlich meine ich scheißer.
Lass mich wissen, wann du gedenkst deiner Nutzlosigkeit ein Ende zu setzen.
In Liebe, Dein.
There isn't much more I could say. Is anyone willing to supply me with a neverending source of bad bitches?
Come ahead, ya dobbers. Come the fuck ahead.
Ah, another thing of great curiosity and importance. My dear rabbi and I had a stimulating discussion on drugs, men, music and Hitler today.
Conclusions:
1. Drugs are funny.
2. Men are even funnier.
3. Music is divine.
4. Hitler... well. He was Hitler.
Much love for the rabbi. Less than thirty-three. (Y'know, <33, lolz, I'm winnar at teh internetz.)
Now I go get some sleep.
Edit: Also, Barca totally pwned the Chelsea losers tonight. lololololololololol!!111!!11!!!@
Tomorrow I go see Jasmin and spank the shit out of her till she understands French. There is also a meticulous plan underway that involves luring her unsuspecting boyfriend in with promises of sexual favors, only to tie him up and beat him to bloody pulp.
What can I say? Fun.
Simon was a good chap and sent me cheddar in a box today. He's so good to me, my gosh.
He was also pretty excited about some weirdos finding a piano on Ben Nevis. Firstly, why would anyone go on Ben Nevis?
Secondly, why the fuck is there a piano on Ben Nevis?
The mind boggles. Alas.
My shroom spores are coming along really well, too. Nothing like growing drugs for aforementioned friends and acquaintances.
I get my drugs from God, oh yeah. You should see how high I get, oh yeah. Go Simon!
I've been toying with the idea of a new journal lately. Let's face it. This thing here is lame as all hell, I never update, I never comment, lame, lame, lame and even more lame.
Instead, obviously, I could also say bye-bye to LJ, but I don't feel like I've reached that point yet. Y'all will naturally be notified of any decision I make concerning this very, very sensitive topic.
Other than that, I am overjoyed to announce the stay of my dear friend, ThrillTill, at my house starting next week or so. He will camp in my living room and have a good time with all my books and other objects of high intellectual value. (We're talking TV, laptop, make up, DC Comics, several electronical devices, as well as, lo and behold, a hair straightener here.)
Ich freue mich wirklich auf dich, und ich bin mir sicher, dass wir die obercoolste, megageilste, fettkrasseste, superhammer und illste Zeit der Welt haben werden. Männer aus Hamburg seien ja angeblich sehr romantisch, also zeig mir was du hast, bitch.
Zudem möchte ich anmerken, dass ich das Wort "Scheiße" gar nicht so oft benutze. Überhaupt sind "schlimme Worte" überbewertet. "Schlimmes Benehmen", und "schlimme Vibes" sind viel, äh, schlimmer. Natürlich meine ich scheißer.
Lass mich wissen, wann du gedenkst deiner Nutzlosigkeit ein Ende zu setzen.
In Liebe, Dein.
There isn't much more I could say. Is anyone willing to supply me with a neverending source of bad bitches?
Come ahead, ya dobbers. Come the fuck ahead.
Ah, another thing of great curiosity and importance. My dear rabbi and I had a stimulating discussion on drugs, men, music and Hitler today.
Conclusions:
1. Drugs are funny.
2. Men are even funnier.
3. Music is divine.
4. Hitler... well. He was Hitler.
Much love for the rabbi. Less than thirty-three. (Y'know, <33, lolz, I'm winnar at teh internetz.)
Now I go get some sleep.
Edit: Also, Barca totally pwned the Chelsea losers tonight. lololololololololol!!111!!11!!!@