The Cycle Continues

Life is extreamly fleeting. You could be fine one minute and 6' under the next, but hey, we'll come back as something else anyway, right? It's just so fucked up, I sometimes wish there wasn't this rencarnation thing just so we didn't have to live through this fiasco over and over again. What's the point of life, we get born, we get older, we get frailer, we die, a never ending cycle of pain and misery that never stops...ever. There are very few things in life that make me truely happy but living just happens to be one of them, and the living of those who I love. I haven't ever bought into the whole "Buddhist Nirvana" thing, it's all a load of tripe, it's just like "Heaven and Hell", no-one and nothing has the right to judge me on wether i lived a virtuous life or not, nor do I need "enlightenment". I would thank you not to make any "But aren't you God?" remarks, thank you.

*Sigh* Not This Again

Prize-giving sucks ass! I can't be bothered going in just to recieve pieces of paper and books I've already read. I'll find a way to get out of it, don't you worry, I'll find a way...Damn, that's right, my mum wants to go...shit. Time for an angry mood swing. *Swings the cat* Glad that's over...

The Following Post May Shock Our Younger Readers

That little fucker better keep the fuck away or his own fucking mother won't be able to recognise them after I'm done. I swear to God Himself that they have crossed the fucking line this time and has been for a while, one more slip up and the cunt will pay dearly. This post applys to one person and unless you feel you've warrented this from me it is not you.

Sorting It Out

Everyone who has a problem with me comment here and I'll get back to you...seriously, just tell me what your problem is. If you don't you're a big baby eater...just trying to provoke a reply as I know you won't, you know how it is.

Straight To Hell I Shall Fall

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's" Inferno Hell Test

Time Limits

I hate time limits!!! I like a challenge as much as the next guy but why give us a cetain amout of time to do something. Sometimes other people set the limits knowingly or it's all down to circumstance, it's sooo fucking annoying. I need more time to get stuff done, whatever it is, and I don't intend on speeding things up...E.V.E.R!!! I work plenty for the things I want, all I ask for is a little time to get it done right, that is all.

Angry Drunk...Me?

I'm beginning to see my ugly side when I drink alcohol, I'm sooo fucking sorry if I've been short with you while drinking lately, I've just had some stuff on my mind. God I feel like such a fucking 'tard. I know having things on my mind is no excuse to treat you like shit, random people (you'll know who you are if I've talked to you about this). The best thing to do would be to keep me away from alcohol or stay away from me if I look a little grumpy. Again I apologise...sorry.

Show Me The Money

I swear to God they're holding out on me. I want my money and they seem to think it's a good idea to hold it back until I'm a jibbering reck, shaking a just the thought of a £5 note. It's a Goddamn conspiracy that has lead me to believe the "system" was created to screw me out of some hard earned cash, those bastards.

"It's Alive!!!!"

This blog has turned into some what of a monster, that was not the original intention. But now that it's gotten this far I figure why stop. Some of these posts have been extreamly harsh on some individuals and though I feel bad about some of them, others should get the message across. I may have something nice to say on this blog...someday, about something, somewhere at sometime. But until then hold tight.

The Wicked World Of Wandom...Sorry

Just to comment on the amount of random comments that have been appearing in blogs of late, all I ask is why? I have seen a few that have been used to distill a bad situation but some of them go too far. For instance, from a random selection "PANCAKES", why? What's with the seemingly unending randomness that seems to be absorbing our lives. Also taking that and turning it into a conversation piece, not the example I used thankfully, but others that can only aggravate the situation it's attempting to deal with. I apologies again for the "random" title...

Guilty Until Proven Even Guiltier

Assumption is a terrible thing. You should never do it as it pisses some of us off. I personally don't like it when somebody accuses me of something I haven't done, that just happens to be one of my buttons as *cough* some of you may know. You random accusers should be taken outside and shot...repeatedly...in the head. I'm not particularly angry at the moment (Dave), just thought I'd post now and not run the risk of saying something I'd regret if I was then calmed down.

Shock And Awe

I'm...stunned. I thought WWII was bad but that was brutal. I'm sorry but I just have to laugh at how spiteful some of you people are, it's almost sick. Fair play to you who can restrain yourselves, I know how hard that can be. But who made up this god-awful "sides" business? That's the sort of thing we dealt with in primary school.

As always from your loving correspondent,
God

The End Is Nigh!

Are you ready? No, neither am I. But it doesn't matter because something always comes up. Some of you may disagree but is there any point of your life you have done absolutely nothing? I'm not talking about a week or two of not doing anything in paticular because that happens to me on a regular basis. I'm talking about oppotunitys coming up and getting you on your way such as a part-time job or just getting a shit load of money to get you started. You may need to work somewhat to get these things but in the end you know that you have things in hand and you can support yourself without asking your parents for help. Trust me, they'll hold it against you then ask for a favor when it's least needed.

On A Brighter Note...

School is done, summer is here, most of us are happy. Celebrate for we are stepping out into the "Big Scary World" where we will make our fortunes, make life changing decisions, and start this crazy mess all over again...mabye. I know not of your hopes and dreams yet I can tell they'll get you into as much trouble as you expect them to and fear not, we're all going to meet in Hell so no point crying over the "goodbyes".

Now for something unexpected and personal (which I hope to make a regular segment). As this is my last post of May I will give a brief summary, I started my blog, I challenged a friend's story (sorry Al), I got depressed a lot, got angry at numerous people, made plans to move out near the end of the year, ranted sooo much (again I apologise), hated technology (for a short time), and realised vodka is pure evil in a bottle. More next month, later y'all.

Down A Peg Or Eight

A friend has pointed out that my blog has become preachy of late. This blog has no doubt annoyed some people and for that I apologise, but these thing have to be said. We can't carry on looking the other way when something turns nasty, some problems have to be delt with head on...in fact, don't bother your backsides, everything smoothes over in the end right?

Rent-A-Judas: 555 LYINGSHIT

Just to add to what I said about lying in general, it is a despicable act to pretend to like someone, in either friendship or something more serious. Even being extreamly nasty to someone, though harsh, is better than a fake friendship. Random people of this world whom it concerns, you know who you are and so do I, get that through your thick skulls!!!

I Like The Cut Of Your "Fib"

Lying isn't always bad, is it? We tell lies everyday,
"Did you eat that bus, Timmy?
No Mum, I'm diabetic."
Some are stupid, some are serious and some are needed. But becoming lost in them can be an easy thing to do, and decieving people for personal gain is just uncalled for. I tell lies all the time, but only the "stupid" ones, like I'm a nice guy or something...

Bring Back The Wheel, It Didn't Need A Fucking "On" Switch

Stupid fucking technology. It gets better to make our lives easier yet it carries on screwing us over until we make it better again. Don't get me wrong, I love all the gadgets and gizmos that I posses but when they start acting up it pisses me off, for example, MSN, which has taken it upon itself to fuck about with numerous people in different ways, is high on my "list". Computers make time for us, not the other way around dammit.

When The Wit Went AWOL

Certain people's sense of humour is hard to appreciate. I understand that everyone is different but sometimes jokes are just uncalled for, for instance, after a family grievance or a difficult break-up. You end up with one of those awkward silences that can either be filled with someone being cracked or a string of nervous coughs and very little eye contact. Don't get me wrong, I've told a few myself and I'm very ashamed, but when it comes down to it, the mouth should be kept shut just in case the regretable should be uttered.

Insane Is Just Another Word For Happy

Most of you must think by now I'm a little screwed in the head, hey, so do I. I've just never been good at the whole "express yourself" thing, and don't intend on learning...anytime soon. But I look at it like this, unless I think you can help me with the problem I currently have, you don't need to know. Some would disagree and I respect that but I don't see how telling your problems to someone who obviosly doesn't care is going to help.