“The Thing”

I was one of the few that lost their OD to that dumb arse hacker *damn you to hell* and lost 3 years of entries *damn you to hell* and had to restart from the beginning *damn you to hell*

I was going through some old back up files and found a download of all – no not all – but most of my entries from my previous diary. I was happily reading through it for a couple of hours and thought I would share with you a few extracts – favourite ones mind you – as I have no life and detest most of humanity.

It seems to bounce – read it in rhythm:

I would like to know,

Bahh

Don’t worry yourself over it

You disappoint me severely

You’re so young, sometimes I forget that

Grow Up or

At least think about what you are doing

 With disappointment

My first note from “unsigned”

Hi.  Thanks for stopping by my diary.  I just finished reading all your entries and I get the impression that after all he’s put you through, you still miss him.  I feel sad for you and hope you can get yourself back together soon.  Take care.   [unsigned]

Funniest Joke in the world:

An Italian Man Visits

New York

[read with an Italian accent]

One day I’m’a gonna

New York to big’a hotel. In’a morning I go to eat’a breakfast. I tell’a waitress I wanna two pisses toast. She bring me one piss. I say you no understand. I wanna to piss on’a my plate. She say you better not piss on’a plate, you son’a ma bitch. I don’t even know the lady and she call’a me a sonna ma bitch.  Later I go to eat at the big’a restaurant. The waitress brings me a spoon and a knife but no fock. I tell’a her I wanna fock. She tell’a me everyone wanna fock. I tell’a her you no understand. I wanna fock on the table. She say better not fock on the table, you son’a ma bitch. I don’t even know the lady and she call’a me a sonna ma bitch.  So I go to room’a in’a hotel and there is no sheits on’a my bed. I call’a the manager and tell’a him I wanna sheit. He tell’a me to go to the toilet. I say you no understand. I wanna sheit on’a my bed. He say you better not sheit on’a bed, you son’a ma bitch. I dont even know the man and he call’a me sonna ma bitch.  I go to the checkout and the man at the desk say "Peace on you". I say piss on you too, you son’a ma bitch. I gonna go back to .

Poser:

"…Marc mentioned that he liked drawing… and Andy said that he (referring to marc) could draw, so one thing led to another, an hour later I was posing nude on my lounge room floor with three sets of eyes staring at me…”

Incest:

“… We were banned from ICUII because we were posing as brothers having sex with each other…”

Who ever said I was pure:

“…I am 37% Pure, Ok this is bad cause of the 10 million or so people that have done this particular test 92% are more pure than I, HELLO!…”

Madonna v Kylogie Minageeew:

“…I like Madonna, I know it is shameful, but at least I don’t like kylie freakin’ Minogue…”

Cube Weirdo’s:

“…he had been drinking a fair amount of beer, (I don’t drink alcohol – a choice I stand by) so we ended up getting on, on one of the lounges, HA! And get this – a guy (not to bad looking) came up to us and asked if he could watch us having sex…”

Strip Dice:

“…Then we played some strip dice game, this time Stefano, Hottie and I, (don’t ask why) got up on stage and each rolled a dice my number was a 5 I got down

to my jocks, as did Hottie, Stefano has to take it all off! LOL if front of the club! He-he god I do some damn stupid things, it was a lot of fun, and I don’t regret it…”

Corrupter:

“…I have been told by and certain person (not mentioning names here Andy) that I am a corruptor of innocence… yes I am attracted to the guys who have this air of innocence about them the sweeter looking ones, when I manage to get them in to bed and then snob them off, like hello sex is sex and I don’t have to hang around for the aftermath of it all…”

Beau:

“…So it is official, Beau and I are an item…”

“…I told Beau last night that I am falling in love with him…. He said the same thing…

🙂 <—– this is me smiling…”

Bec –

Ada – :

“…God Bec’s tits feel great… she is the fag hag of

Canberra and loves being molested by every fag and his poodle, but of course we don’t love her for her meat, we love her for who she is – a bitch…”

Dirty Old Queers:

“…I did go out last night, danced around a bit and got hit on by this crusty, fat, dirty old poof and he wouldn’t take a hint, i had to take his hand off my arse and walk away (I was looking for some friends to dance with) and then when I went to dance he followed me! ARGH! dickhead, so Nick had to rescue me, thank you sweet, and Starbucks Nick was there, complete with his spunky new hair cut, he is cute, <i>you git going wit your bad self girl!</i> So Nick, Nick and I dance and danced and I had a bit of fun. Then we had to suffer through some stupid drag show and some old dude with buck teeth and bad white vinyl shoes, bah…”

Baby Scott (aka Jail Bait):

“…Baby Scott Swallows –well he did for me…”

“…I finally found out that Scott’s b/f name is Anthony, and even after looking at his diary and web site, I still have no feakin’ idea who he is. So big deal Scott…”

Most Interesting Entry Title:

“Red Socks and Platforms”

Temper, temper:

“…It has also been brought to my attention that I whinge a lot. This is true. That is what FOD is for. That is why I use it. So suck on this you twat. If you don’t like it, <b>then don’t read it.</b>

I am in a very bad mood. Not even Madonna herself can help me relax…”

Drug Note To Self:

“…I am NERVER EVER getting that smashed again.

4 days later and not knowing where most of it went…

Yesterday is a blurr. And im still queezy.

I think next time i should be a little more responsible…”

The Move:

“…For most of you this will be the first time you would have heard about it.

 

Im sorry that has to be the case…”