Spock

Apparently, the world can't get enough of finding stuff to throw on me. It decides to give me a weekend of naked brothers and ruined risk games.

Within the space of a night, I had one angry year 9. Within the space of 10 minutes I had another, and within the space of a phone call, another was 'disappointed' in me.

Year 9s. Gah, I thought gone were the days when I needed to be involved in crap. I've put myself back in it. Shit it. Piss it. Fuck it.

I AM GOING TO BREAK THIS COMPUTER IS HALF. sorry, my computer decided it was the write time to bring up a new window.

My mood is being constant tonight, and I have, atm, done nothing to help my causes.

Live long and prosper.

xx