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2001-07-07 || 12:09 a.m. hatemail? HATEMAIL? Damned Canuckian dollars ain't worth shite these days... Oh well, whatever. Went to F�tenbulle to-night for the birthday of someone I don't know. I drank a Duchesse de Bourgogne and a Brigand before coming home. Goddamned Brigand is 9%. The birthday get together was nice. NMB and his pretty new girlfriend make a *deadly* couple, really. Seeing them together, casually passing stuff to one another to taste or see made me wish that She was with me. I think we could have taken them... Oh! OH!!! Guess who got a filthy, hate-filled note in his guestbook to-day! Yes, me. Ivy called me a boring cunt and told me to stop writing before someone killed themselves out of sheer boredom. I flushed the bitch, but not before savouring the hate, purely because it meant that someone out there was moved enough by my stuff to pound out a bunch of angry, grammarless tripe. I guarantee that there'll be more, folks, so stay tuned. Oh, and Ivy? You're a lightweight: I still have a death threat that I got for a piece I wrote in a student newspaper, and that's the bar to which I measure all hate mail. So, unless you're going to try harder, you can more adequately spend your tme and energy twiddling your own pink meat to try and accomplish the orgasm you so obviously need, you talentless hack. Ta-DAH! Me tired. bed. Ivy, if you're free, crawl in and I'll show you how to kiss my arse. |
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shite One last little note... - 09.21.2006 de-stressing, biking and terrorism - 06.06.2006 Mildly stressed... - 05.29.2006 More crime stupidity - 05.28.2006 Scary stuff - 05.25.2006
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