humph.

thats my general sound of discontent with the way the world is run.

many people prefer a harrumph. or a good old sigh. or maybe, if your feeling exotic, a slightly high pitched peeeeeeem.

actually no one does the peem.

the sun has gone to my head. and im sat indoors.

peem.

so anyway, no one has had the common decency to email me back yet. seriously. even if one popped into my inbox with the subject 'fuck off dickweed' i'd be happier.

but no.

why is it so fucking hot...................................................

ok you didnt need all the dots.

so i havent slept more than about 4 seconds in the last 3 nights. i woke up last night about 10 times, each time hotter and sweatier than the last (thats right ladies...) and i cant be sure but im pretty certain i had a minor mental breakdown at about quarter past 3.

anyway. fuck it.

emma's at work. i am not.

here's a textual representation of how good that makes me feel about myself.

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CUNT.

yep. not so good.

so. in order to remedy the situation im going to walk around handing out cv's.

oh wait. no im not. because every time i set foot outdoors it feels like my mind is falling away like wet cake.

bumholes.

it really is a perfect day for chilled out trance music.

i can never quite decide if this is the greatest song of all time or not. its probably not. but really. what more do you want from 4 minutes.

a cake maybe.

eat some cake and listen to it then. jesus.

as soon as i typed cake my tummy rumbled.

also i have an irritating hair on my chest. but not like. yum hairy chest. below that. more towards the stomach. fuck sake.

ok i cut it off.