All right. Bear with me because I’m typing this out on my iPod and it’ll probably look like a spasticated retard was let loose on my account. Which is true.
I went to Coventry to meet someone I met on twitter. I know, I know, shut up.
Anyway, we had a fucking great time, but as is often the case I got pretty drunk and knew that the tears and the aggression and everything else that comes with me drinking whiskey was gonna happen, so I left. Amicable as hell, friendly friendly, mission accomplished. Two days later he’s spread it around twitter that I’ve stolen his Internet tablet.
Son of a whore.
Does God fucking hate me or something? I can not catch a break. I’m fucking owed some of the good life and I’m not getting it. Fuck. Fuck.
Well, I can see the funny side of it now but for a few days I received death threats from strangers thanks to this asshole, so that’s my twitter career over with. For now, at least. Fuck it, lets move on.
If you guys haven’t listened to Kevin Smith and Ralph Garman’s Hollywood Babble-On podcast, you are doing yourselves an injustice. Thanks to them i now refer to Taylor Swift as Tadolf Switler. You really ought to check it out.
Ugh, okay, writing all this on a tiny screen is tedious as fuck, so here endeth ye entry.
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