randomrabbit's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am a Himalaya I himalate I himalate Hello! My name is Natalia. I live in Russia. Yours faithfully! Natalia. You travel me from where I am England. I very much like with my friend watch while please I bum you. I in the free time make soundproof my cellar which we hope it you liking as you raise 6 our disagreeing children. At once please send me you your answer. Yours faithfully! Medically trained and yet she wears no knickers. Interesting. I�m impressed by the ingenuity of writing it backwards so when you see it on the wall you�re all dratsab Tnuc? Why that�s just meaningless bollocks, surely? And then you see it in the mirror above the sink. Ooh unlucky, your cunt so nearly works by luck, but you�re absolutely nowhere near with your bastard. If only you�d realised the letters needed to be reversed too you thick little Tnuc. Apparently I�m off to see U2 in, erm, the future, which is weird as if Bono hating was a career and had a half decent pension scheme I�d do it in a jiffy and be in the delicious situation of having a job I was passionate about. Chris wanted to go and since I�m a knob I couldn�t think of an excuse quick enough when he asked. That said I�m never going to get another chance to be this close to the sanctimonious shit-monger so I just need to fashion some sort of long-distance slapping tool. Sixty-five fucking quid though, which is the most I�ve ever paid for a concert and yet the twat�s statistically far less likely to keel over on stage than Mick Jagger was. Not sure what the exchange rate is to help our little foreign friends, but I think �65 works out to be about 18 Africans. Once again this isn't what I was meant to be doing here but I do get distracrted so. 4:51 p.m. - 2009-04-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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