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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This Right Here

Is weird. I was under this bizarre assumption that when I left Hastings things would mellow out a little. Oh, how wrong I was! I suppose it's not the people I surrounded myself with that were the sole cause of the crazy, although they certainly helped. Gaddamn, I miss a hell of a lotta people. Which is not in the slightest to say it's bad up here, it's actually lovely and amazing and all that jazz. It's just still exactly as mad and confusing as ever, and even though it's great most of the time it turns out I'm still riding the crest of Wavey McCrazington as ever, and every now and then that fucker beaches.

Anyway, if you Hastings people are still following this then remember you're all in my thoughts, always and constantly. Spread the word :)





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I'm in Uni

And God damn do I feel ill. Once I've gone to that fucking lecture I'm going to sleep like the dead, and not the kind of dead that gets back up again to eat people either.

Extery VIII

He'll fucking do it.

A Little Late, But I Kinda Forgot I Had a Blogger

Your breath and youth have been stolen,

And with them the world has been robbed of laughter,

All that we have been given in return is the shivering madness of hysteria,

And the hollow cries of the naked creatures that walk like men and pace in the bushes.

We tied you some flowers and hung them in the rose garden.

They were beautiful, much like you.

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