don't expect me to read it out to you word by word.
Published on August 18, 2005 By schwarzmeecrob In Welcome
vendredi, 19 aout, 2005
j'espere ecrit beaucoup, beaucoup!

bon soir, ou bon matin...c'est 3:39 in the morning and i'm here forcing my eyes to keep open.

Oh yes ive just created a blog, ok the previous 2 were just a bloody farce or rather ol' lazy me didn't give a shit about them. anyway... anyway..tomorrow there's no fuckin econs and tutorials! woohoo! now that turns me on! day by day my hatred for school and basically the whole damned system grows, so much that i'm actually contemplating going to la salle to do fashion management..ooi! don't gimme that look, nope i ain't gonna turn gay and wear skin tight clothes on tv blabbering in a feminine accent about how suede is in this season and pink is so passe yadayada.

just so happens that after 6 gruelling, tormentous, months in a ghetto they call a school i have at least thought of what i like and what i'm going to bloody do for a living..well...ok not that specific or whatever but anything that has to do with fashion or advertising, ok basically anything that will get me at least 2 million buckaroos by the time i'm 30 so i can open my chill out lounge and retire! the thing im worried about is of course the prospects if i graduate with a la salle cert..oh c'mon which university actually takes in people from there? they'll probably reject my immigration application anytime. yea and i don't wanna put too much financial burden on my parents...just having blew a freakin 1 million on a new house don't know if they can still send me overseas for tertiary studies.. but my fate is pretty much sealed anyway and no freakin way am i gonna study here. why? do a google search and use some brains to find out the answer.

anyway..was just browsing through this weird blog that paul just introduced to me a few days ago. http://men.shoeblogs.com/ rather good taste for a middle aged man i must add...ne pas bien. sometimes i imagine.. a much better world where all men are clean, well dressed metrosexuals with good taste..hmm..which brings me to my main point: bloody hetrosexuals, for pete's sake can't you bathe at least 3 times a day with some rather good smelling shower gel? and no, that cheap 2 dollar made in bangladesh bar of soap doesn't count, neither does that shampoo you bought at the dollar store..c'mon! sacrifice a few playboy subscriptions, stop watching football, get some good toiletries and get a bath dammit! i just hate sitting beside rotting hetros in a bus..especially those old ones in fugly brown shirts and pleated pants who never stop making pig orgasm noises.

oh well, 3:35am and i'm idling around in front of the computer..doesn't it amaze you how light emitting pixels from a 17 inch white box can keep you occupied and actually entertained? anyway enough of my ranting. in the words of eric cartman:" screw ye gaays..aaam geowin home"

je suis tres tres tres fatigue. yea and i've missed lecon francaise for the 2nd bloody time..30 bcuks down the drain because my concentration-camp of a school loves taking away my precious saturdays..including this one and who knows how fucking many else. get MOE get it straight, up yours arseholes!

ale, c'est tout pour ce soir
a bientot!


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