Day 1. Or- shut your fucking gormless face.
Been trying to do this now for four days.
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Yes yes. Yes yes yes. I can feel the disappointment seeping out of you. Only it’s not disappointment is it? It’s a big healthy spoonful of I Told You So soup.
If you want to get an even bigger kick I can also tell you that this is the third Day 1 in a row that there’s been. And don’t say who’s gonna get a kick out of that when you and I and they and we all know who will get a kick out of this. That is to say… most people. Well, there you go- self-fulfilling prophecy that I am, hope you are all very very happy.
It doesn’t make me happy I just feel sorry for Anthrax…
We All Do, shut up. And stop telling her to leave me cause I’ve tried that and didn’t work, and if she wont listen to ME what makes you think she’d listen to YOU? Fucking don’t bother yourself, it’s getting boring. He’s Gonna Hurt You! NO; YOU ARE- LEAVE HER ALONE. Don’t get so fucking pissy just because isn’t it fucking OUTRAGEOUS that I would ever manage to make somebody happy?
And you know maybe, MAYBE instead of the fucking HATE and the OOOOH He’ll never do it you could keep your lousy fucking opinions to yourself? I was, am, trying you know- it’s a ten year fucking habit it won’t just pack its bags and fuck off overnight. I’m not asking for support from ANY OF YOU but lay off of Ella, cause she knows, already, she KNOWS. She’s not that fucking naïve, give her some fucking credibility eh? She doesn’t look at me and go ‘OH what a nice man, this shall be like a picnic on a warm summers eve as we survey the landscape that we have built with our love’ -because she KNOWS that landscape would look like the direct aftermath of Krakatoa 1883, she knows it, she’s not stupid. I’m the stupid one, me, I should have never left fucking Wales, ever, any of the times.
I fucking hate you so much more than you could ever hate me, I fucking HATE YOU for being right, so SHUT UP you win you win you WIN.