Mon Rantings de Fromage.

We Rip The Faces Of Hookers At Bay Point. I start every single morning with a breakfast of iron. I eat nails and shit razors. Then I go to my computer and delete every single piece of fanmail I have recieved within the night without even bothering to read them. The amount of daily fanmail is measured in googolplexes. That is because I am a high-profile rock star and people would kill to be allowed the grace spending one hour with me. About 90% of the European population have my name tattooed somewhere on their skin.

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I’M PISSED!!!!!

Guess what! They weren’t here. I’m PISSED! I know what your thinking Diet Coke is discusting, and I totally agree with it. But my grandparents drink it, and I’m curently living with my grandparents, so:

It’s whatever.

Na Na Na Na. Can you see me right now? I’m invisble again! Haha. Nom nom. Om you can see me. You know what I’ve just realised all my random blogs are indoors. Lets take this out, lets go out and about, and be random.

(Goes outside):

‘Hey wassup? I just thought I should bring some of my randomness out into the world’ Mother stares at me like i was on crack. 15mins later:

‘You, know bring my randomness blog sounded like a better idea.’

‘It’s actually pretty boring.’

Mother: ‘Your room is where all the noise and action is’

‘My room IS where the action and noise is, i realize this.’

Nom Nom Nom.

Notes 10/04/10