Wait, hang on

Well. New rule. You can only pass judgement on someone based on at least several hard facts or encounters directly pertaining to the judgement being passed. I've nearly been screwed over twice now by that one.

So I'm gonna go ahead and tentatively take one point off of 2010 and reassign it back to myself. Although I've got my eyes on you, 2010, you snide cunt. I don't trust you.

Also, that above new rule? Breaking it is punishable by enthusiastic face-fisting.

2010 is nearly over

Running score? 2010: five. Kieran O'Mant: nil.

Fuck you, 2010. Fuck you so hard it hurts.

Dear Codie:

Thank you so, so, so much for coming to uni with me.

You never ever ever ever read my blog, so you'll probably never see this... but I think I'd go actually completely insane without you :)

Also, I hereby selfishly decree that you're not ever allowed to go back to Hastings for that long without me again. NOT EVEN if I visit Jess in Bristol like I did this time.

She brings me joy and happiness, but Jess is not so good at keeping an overall sense of sanity about our environs.

Soon we'll all be back in Hastings for Christmas and I can see all my lovely friends again, whom every second with is a delight.

Also, it is totally four in the morning. Dang.

P.S. If you ever read this, Jess, I still have the warm, fuzzy sorts of feelings for you, so don't worry about the fact that you are ACTUALLY LOOPY ;)

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