Athriller

Didn't leave the flash on I'm afraid, but I hope the monotony, and the presence of 2 pictures, makes up for it. Oh, and just because I liked the Alex DeLarge'ness:

Cheers. As an avid hat collector, I appreciate the nobility of the hat.

Friend 1: Chocolate. Friend 2: A watch. Then there's a girl I've known for 2 years who is somewhat special, so I thought I'd show her how much I loved/appreciated her. So I got her 2 presents: 1.) About 4 months back, I was slightly down and she took me out for shopping to cheer me up. Whilst browsing about, she saw a green necklace which she loved but didn't have the money to buy. So I bought it for her now. 2.) She's a big hello Kitty fan, so I bought her the Hello Kitty 'Friends Together Forever' book. I then wrote 3 pages worth of memories, and telling her how much I appreciated her efforts, on the inside of the book. Then told her how much I loved her, and how I always would, even if we became enemies. Stuck in a poem too. It paid off. She cried. I'm happy.

I love lamp. I LOVE LAMP.

Don't celebrate it as a family, but after giving some heart warming presents to the girl I've been pursuing, I got a nice sentimental kiss from her, and a few tear drops down her cheek. Take that in the arse, material posessions!

Yes. Enjoyable film. Liked the ending.

Get this movie, listen to the wise man. Even when he's wrong he's right.

Leave the booze alone. Too many girls and guys depend on alcohol to get them through, so when they're done, dusted and sober, they don't know what the fuck to do when a member of the opposite sex comes along. Lay off the stuff, and talk to girls while sober. Even if you don't do anything, it'll rack up the confidence. Heck, when I was down, I decided to get my love life up again. Just casually one day, whilst in town waiting for the peeps, I decided to go to shops and approach female assitants, asking for help, and then casually got into conversations with them. I even got the numbers of a few of them, even if I was only 14, and they were 18/19/20/65. It was a carpe diem moment, born from boredom, but it helped a hell of a lot. I was never expecting anything to result, but ye Gods, I hit gold. It's a great confidence booster, go try it. ... To do this day, I still go for older women.

You have committed the greatest sin of all; taking yourself too seriously. Just lose yourself and learn that life isn't all that, learn that no human matter is of any great importance. I used to be depressed. But fuck it, why? Doesn't achieve anything. I changed my outlook on life and realised I was whining about the same things millions of people before me had whined about, and then got over. Since learning not to take myself seriously, I've been on the up, with plent of love and lust and euphoria.

Getting in on the spaghetti Western action; The Good, The Bad And The Ugly. 4 times? 5 times? 12 times? 27 times? I've lost count of how many times I've seen it. I simply cannot stop loving this movie.

This whole "why can't I say nigger" dispute is one of the stupidest arguments I've ever heard. Feel free to say it if you want. I'm not going to stop you. But just think about: 1.) It's relative. It's seen as a perojative when used between contrasting persons, but there's a level of irony when said between those under the same conditions. Like it or not, it's true. 2.) Why would you want to say it? It's a stupid term regardless of who says it.

What annoys me more than anything is the whining of cultural decline due to foreigners and immigrants. Ok, sure, there's going to be the odd creature from afar who defies this system and law, but for every serpent, there's about a thousand albatross' laying their magic upon our economy. Instead of using easy scape goats to frame for the decline of culture, how about we sort out our own fuckers before trying to cancelling out others. ASBOs, broken bus stops, brawls in the streets, drink binging in high demand, and 14 year old kids driving cars through the black lit night. The decline of culture doesn't come about through the 'invasion' of foreigners, but the elevation of current dipshits.

Oh those immgrants, just blame it on the immigrants! They're always putting up other people's decorations near lights!

Like in a pair of gloves! Right guys????

Jumping on the sex with Depp band wagon. I have 27 of his movies, and the collecton is ever growing. I need to stop my obsessions with male movie stars, especially dead ones. James Dean, Marlon Brando, Johnny Depp and Clint Eastwood all make my crazy female hormones go wild.

It does look sublime indeed. Not much to see, but enjoyable none the less.

IT NEVER ENDS

You know who I hate it? Luigi. I hate that piece of shit. I used to tolerate him, but now I can't stand him. Every time I play Mario Kart on the DS, I see his little hairy face on the map and it drives me insane. Even if I'm first, I'll stop in my tracks and go all the way to the firing line just to pound the skimpy little dick. Eat that turtle shell off of my arse, scoff down that bomb, and most importantly, take a bullet bill in your anus and bleed. Get out of my fucking game, you pixellated piece of green and blue turd. I enjoy nothing more than pushing him off the track. Then waiting for him to come back, and then ramming the **** straight back off. I'm going to die one day Luigi, and I'm taking you with me. And if you ever think about stealing the star cup again, say goodbye to your genitals you arse raping miscreant.

JUST TELL EM WHO THE COP IS MAN SERGEANT GUYS DAD LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAAAAAAAAAAAND

HOLY SHIT

It looks awesome. Cthulhu face, Davie Jones, looks menacingly dark, and Jack Sparrow looks set to be camp and funneh yet again. I cannae wait.

Yeah, Wycombe has its fair share of wasters. You won't see them breaching day light, mind, they keep their fortresses concealed behind closed doors. And when I was a wee young'un, I visited the chair museum. Although Wycombe may be famous for its furniture fetish, the butt clenchers really aren't that impressive. But it keeps the dream alive.

I'm going to hunt down Guy just because I can.