Ok, I want to be a writer, it's not a life ambition, it's just something I really want to do, say as a profession, I'd be happy doing that for the rest of my life. So it really fucks me off something special when emptyheaded bimbos like Wayne Rooney's barely-older-than born wife. Or girlfriend, I really don't care, I'd rather follow a trail of lava than latest celebrity gossip.
Anyway, what (now) has pissed me off is that Coleen Rooney has a PUBLISHED autobiography, purely for fucking a footballer. I mean, unless she did not in fact grew up in liverpool, instead teaching dance to the impoverished of Somalia, then what the fuck gives her the right to have any of her mediocre life published. I mean seriously, what the fuck is wrong with the world. I'll go fuck Katie Price and use that to get a career selling my own brand of perfume? Where does skill come into it? This is bullshit.
And while I'm here, what the fuck is the deal with Jade Goody? She appears on a reality TV show and goes from a dentist to Princess Diana, her final days sold on film and she gets the ASBO version of a royal funeral, with procession and all. She's done fuck all, all respect to human life and whatnot, but I'm pretty sure that talentless woman deserves the cremation of the middle class, not the war hero procession fitting for the final moments of Star Wars. Seriously, society has gone mad.
Saturday 20 March 2010
Man the tonsils!
I'm full of Manflu, have been for 4 weeks, but it seems the campaign is coming to an end. That's the nice little image I have when I imagine being in, my body having an all out war with the virus. I picture 300, my white blood cells little commandos holding the line against a sea of illness.
A splinter cell heads to the nose, where they block up the entrance, shutting out further virus access. The bulk of the defence gathers at the throat, and prepares for glory. The thousand armies of the influenza empire marches against a few, but they give no quarter.
My Lemsip Max strength aids my little militia, it bolsters their shields and sharpens their spears. The day ends, few fell but each white blood cell is important against such a vast horde. Nobody sleeps that night, I'm coughing like a smoker in a TB clinic.
State of mind is a weird thing. I can feel really horrible, but if I think "When I get sick I stop being sick and stop being sick and get awesome instead" I can feel better, much better, and I feel happier.
Once I get better I can go to the gym again, or at least have one less excuse to miss it.
We will fight them in the nostrils, we will fight them in the throat, we will fight them in the synuses, and we will never surrender.
JW
A splinter cell heads to the nose, where they block up the entrance, shutting out further virus access. The bulk of the defence gathers at the throat, and prepares for glory. The thousand armies of the influenza empire marches against a few, but they give no quarter.
My Lemsip Max strength aids my little militia, it bolsters their shields and sharpens their spears. The day ends, few fell but each white blood cell is important against such a vast horde. Nobody sleeps that night, I'm coughing like a smoker in a TB clinic.
State of mind is a weird thing. I can feel really horrible, but if I think "When I get sick I stop being sick and stop being sick and get awesome instead" I can feel better, much better, and I feel happier.
Once I get better I can go to the gym again, or at least have one less excuse to miss it.
We will fight them in the nostrils, we will fight them in the throat, we will fight them in the synuses, and we will never surrender.
JW
First!
Bonjourno, as the russians say. I thought I couldn't become a true user of the internet without a blog, so here it is, in all its black and white splendor. [EDIT: Black and Red seemed cooler]
I'm very cynical, but not unhappy, and this is as coherant as I will get, no apologies for that, fuck you.
I don't value money, it's a useless thing on a greater scale of things, possessions are ok, but not paramount, what is paramount is happiness. With that in mind, I don't have much motivation to work, although I know I have to do it, I'm just not money motivated.
Music I usually go for metal or rock, but it all depends on the style of music, I'm a bit picky, I do like 30h3!'s Starstrukk though, just because of the beat.
Films I like Sci-fi or fantasy, anything interesting, nothing slow and boring, same goes for books really, I really like reading too, it's really all about escapism. Escapism is why I do most things really, it makes me happy.
That's me,
JW
I'm very cynical, but not unhappy, and this is as coherant as I will get, no apologies for that, fuck you.
I don't value money, it's a useless thing on a greater scale of things, possessions are ok, but not paramount, what is paramount is happiness. With that in mind, I don't have much motivation to work, although I know I have to do it, I'm just not money motivated.
Music I usually go for metal or rock, but it all depends on the style of music, I'm a bit picky, I do like 30h3!'s Starstrukk though, just because of the beat.
Films I like Sci-fi or fantasy, anything interesting, nothing slow and boring, same goes for books really, I really like reading too, it's really all about escapism. Escapism is why I do most things really, it makes me happy.
That's me,
JW
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