i just wonder what the point of doing anything is.
this morning i was going to kill myself. i might do it tommorrow instead. oh god.
it's not like i am even depressed. i am just numb and i got told my new painting is shit by my lecturer. he was right though. and some woman was looking at my stuff like she'd stepped in a turd. examining the "first year". well you can look love, and you'll be looking at that when i get you from the rear.
i am going to scream
THIS IS SUPER FUN
I want an old fashioned public address system put in our house so i can constantly disrupt everyone
- mike
- "my name is mike and at some point in the 90's i was swimming in the sea and got eaten by a whale, like noah, and then i got pissed off with the smell of plankton and did a street fighter 2 punch, and punched out the top of the whale. He was pretty pissed off, but it was ok in the end because it turned out that he was really into cornflakes. so i got him a couple of boxes of cornflakes and he kind of chilled out, until we both wanted the free gift and then he totally went ape shit and smashed up my kitchen with his tail and spat half chewed cornflakes out of his blow hole. and my mum was well pissed off about having to clean it off the ceiling."