These people are cunts

Take a good look at these people.
They are fucks.
Here we have the one on the right who would have to be one of the stupidest people I know.
Oh by the way bitch ur fucking chin makes ur face look like a man and you're ugly - this is why you're a fucking radio presenter.
On the left - retard , probably a homo you can so tell - sham marriage - kids for pressure - casual racist and dum arse.
They think its smart to be all controversial with their humour but ACTUALLY they aren't.
People who constantly target indians because of their accents and gay people for being promiscuous. You stupid cultureless fucks.

So today you crossed the line - Michael Jackon - here we go. You think oh no its some rabid fan. Well look he was cool but i wouldnt say i was a huge fan. I respected him as a genius and someone who despite having so much money and success, was hounded down by the media and judging eyes of the world.
these two fuckers thought - hey lets just CALL him a pedophile and lets say he was a weirdo and a freak because we can - oh yeah the reason is because we're so fucking intellectual and we can say whatever we like.
You wanted people to call up with their opinions and they gave them - most of them didnt agree - but you didn't wanna hear it.
That poor publicist - you didnt wanna hear that she was actually sad about his death. Yeah she was suing him but she didnt wanna talk about it.
You are shocking people and it makes me sick that people like you represent our country on the airwaves.
If you didnt like him then just dont say anything - dont say anything.
When anyone dies just have some respect, you dont have any culture - sorry i forgot.

Ya know

Revenge is perfectly acceptable.
People say it isn't satisfying.
But you know what? Neither is being a good person.
So fuck you, and you and you over there - oh yeah and ESPECIALLY you.
I can't wait to get to the top.

1:26 - 1:31

It's half past one and I'm sitting here, I feel disappointed.
It happens over and over again and yet I don't learn.
I wish I could function properly.
I wish I was working tomorrow so I had something else to think about
and that I didn't have that conversation.
I wonder what I'll do.
Now I'm looking at what I've written and the abundance of 'I' is irking me.
But what can I do?
We're all just so fucking self centered right?
In the end that's all it comes down to,
the fucking individual.
You don't get fuck all for being nice.
I hope I'm ruthless soon.
Until then, time to cry.

Stalking

I love stalking,
I love having crushes that go nowhere.
The mystery is mint and the unknown gives me a thrill I don't usually feel.
The best thing is when the object of your imagined affection randomly crosses paths with you,
then you think and wish that it was meant to be and it would be a story to tell your family one day.

Sadly not.

Bon voyage peace!

Last night I dreamed of leaving.
It's been a long time since I've dreamed something like that.
But to be perfectly honest, I missed those dreams. I love every second of them.

The monotony of everyday life is good when you don't think, but after a while your mind begins to wonder away from the dishes you're washing or the program you've been watching at 7:oo every night for the past few months. Curling up on the couch for a while each night, making constant cups of piping hot tea and lazing by the computer chatting away to a few close friends.
As comforting as this is, shadows start to creep in. From the vent on my ceiling, through the space under my door. At first I believe it to be the world playing tricks on my eyes, perhaps just a scuff mark on the wall?
But then it covers the paper I read, the screen I glue my eyes to - and finally as I lie there at night waiting for sleep to come, these shadows enter my mind.
It started when I was reading about a journalist in Papua New Guinea who had to report the death of his two friends to the rest of the world. He came close to death himself a number of times. As I held the newspaper and read this fragmant of his life story, I thought wow fancy that - imagine being in an environment where the reality of death wasn't eating the wrong foods or being hit by a car. Where the reality of death is more like being chased by ten or so soldiers, guns blazing.
Interesting.

By the way, I have an exam today which I haven't studied for. I'll rely on the fact other people seem to think i'm smart so that I get a HD.
Alright, it's a deal.
See you there.

Housekeeping

Tomorrow I have voluntarily chosen to sit in a room for 6 or so hours and listen to something about a development for a gaming thing.
6 hours?!
What the fuck?

Oh well, I'm sure it'll do me good. It'll keep me from spending money because I spend two hundred today because I was bored. Two hundred that should have gone towards my social life this weekend.
I love money, I don't care what people say - money does make you happy.
I'm so generation Y right now.

I'm imagining my life in the future:

Victorian Terrace with a small front garden, and a courtyard around the back.
I'm living in Carlton, or Moonee Ponds or Flemington or somewhere like that.
Lots of cafes and eateries around me. And I have cats.
Every weekend I go to have breakfast with some friends and we all talk about our week,
then we make plans for the night and either have a dinner party, get drunk, see a movie, try a new restaurant.
I don't know if I have a partner or not, or kids.
But this is my life in the future.
I won't have a mortgage.
I won't own a car unless it's electric.
I will have an awesome vintage bike.
I will buy my stuff market fresh.
I will travel a lot.
I will have written a book and I'll be semi-famous for it.
I will be an urban planner who's made big change.

Oh yes this will be my life and I'm excited for it.

I hate you (because im SO intellectual)

I hate people who think they're so intellectual that they say the most insulting thing to you, but oh wait you can't get angry at them because they were being intellectually sarcastic - and if you didn't realise that then you're obviously not smart.

People who do this are like the people who are the 'genius' behind The Chasers. Sure its funny sometimes, but come on there is a time and a place. Keep it in moderation.
By the way my rant isn't about the chasers it is about a certain graduate of Melbourne University who everytime I bump into him is very "Ohhh so you're going to RMITafe now?"
But oh silly me he is JUST joking - he really isn't.
WELL have fun drinking goon sacks every weekend and getting fucked by randoms - oh wait I just forgot! You're so smart you're trashy!
But don't worry because the next day you can sit around with your friends in your rent house somewhere in carlton/fitzroy/parkville and be so intellectual and insult the whole world which you are CLEARLY better than - THAT is why you're still out of work and not running the world. SILLY me you're so smart you don't have a job with your FUCKING amazing arts degree.

Oh I LOVE myself and how hateful I am.

Oh ps, to randoms who may never read this (and that aren't people who usually read it): If you think picking up on grammatical errors is smart or puts me in my place, no it doesn't - it just makes you look like a stupid douche.

Outside this house the world keeps turning.
I ignored it and life was good.
Then I looked out the window and realised how much it had turned.
Time to shut the fucking blinds again before I make myself sick.