You read like a gimpzoid teenager splashing spit onto the monitor. Don’t you ever have a point beyond giving your fingers some exercise by dancing them randomly over the keyboard?
You could type every thing you know on the subject on back of a microscopic postage stamp and still have room leftover for a xmas shopping list.
Reading your post makes blindness a wonderful thing to look forward to. I suggest you take Mark Twain's advice;
"It is better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt."
You light up a room when you leave it. No doubt your life is so dull, that you can actually write your diary one week in advance.
Is there anything I need to know about you other than your a grungy social outcast sat forever pirched like a dead mouldy parrot next to your zx spectrum?
Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if your father didn't screw a plant and raised a blooming idiot; if the chief excitement in your meaningless life wasn't spotting people who are uglier than you are, or if you didn't have a face that makes Medusa look like a supermodel. Nah, of course you would.
In future, if you have something to say, please just shut up.
Dont you just love this kinda thing?
