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The fuckass weather’s been getting to me.

Seriously. fucking seriously. gimme a fucking break.

PLEASE GOD, if you reading this, send some wind, any wind, my way.

Even my fart can seriously cause a breach in the stillness of the air right now. It’s so not funny. Fuck, man. I wish i could put it all in a more less vulgar way but i can’t.

The aircon has decided to go on strike. Here’s the deal. I hit the “Operate now” or usually known as the “ON” button. It starts to spurt and vibrates and lets out what sounds like a cross between a wimpy wet fart and a sneeze, and it shakes to life. Then it starts to blow out air. HOT AIR. I suspect it thinks it’s actually a water heater. IMO, L2aircon.

The aircon’s blades of plastic thingy whatchamacallit (I, for the life of me, don’t know a better word to use for it) start to rotate slowly, wait make that fucking slowly, to where i am situated, i.e. below the vent itself. Heres the funny deal, it starts to blow out cool air. Yeap folks you heard me right. It’s like a cock tease. Like a really hawt porn movie streaming on youtube that decides to stop streaming when the best scene is about to happen.

It stops blowing out air altogether. Then a while later it just repeats to warm air circulation duty.

FUCK ME.

So i hit the “Turbo” button (well not really a turbo button, but a button that forces the aircon to cool the room down with all its might and vigor). Take that bitch, i muttered under my breath.

So it starts to retort and retaliate and kicking and bitching to life again. This time it blew out obscenely cool air that made me smile. Triumphantly jabbing my hands in the air. Cries of “Fuck yea” and “OMFG” and “Who’s your daddy?!!” broke the stillness of the night.

Then it happened.

The aircon went very still. NO air. NO sound. RED Blinking Light. followed by a strange faint beeping noise.

I killed it.

I went too far, I sent the poor ‘lil fucker over the edge. I stare at it. Nothing worked.

Nice work, fucktard. You successfully killed an inanimate object.

My new best friend is a fan.

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Woah!

I had a photo op moment with a well known rogue on the server who has not one but both Warglaive of Azzinoth. Which basically means he kicks ass and takes names and whose guild had downed Lord Illidan himself. omgz omgz!!

He was willing so i screen shotted this. Actually I’m lying. I think he was afk or something so i just shimmied my way next to him like we were best friends and i hit the screen shot button. Paparazzi FTW.

The problem with thinking

See I have a problem.

I think too much. It can be a problem because sometimes I like it nice and quiet in my head. I would love to go “shhh you” but then it would come off as quite stupid and well… disturbing if done in public. So I tend to just ignore the noise until it becomes too much of a din then I realise something must be done.

I end up humming some tune to counteract the buzzing but realize I am actually liking the tune I am humming, which then ends with me thinking about the music and the band of the tune I was humming.

I can’t win. Nuh uh.

Anytime now…

right… about now.

Pointless things to do on a Friday night

One of the most pointless sites i’ve seen in a while. I should have have thought about it myself. Awesome stuff.

I could have gone to a club to listen to some dude spin tonight at some bar. But luckily I CBF (Can’t Be Fucked) , i decided to stay home and just be a complete anti-social fuckwit. So here i am figuring out how to pass time.

what to do .. what to do..

My previous attempt to clean the room up has frankly fell flat on its own face. SO fuck that. well i managed to stuff back the stuff that was sticking out of place and they are now hidden from mine and other unknowing visitor’s sight. Note to self: do not open the closet.

What’s on TV?
I am watching some chef cook Thai food for a couple. I just watched im make awesome spring rolls with crabs, some fish and other assorted green stuff. If i had rice paper at home, I’d be off to make em too instead of typing this entry in.

ah fuck it, i am hungry DAMN YOU CABLE TEEVEE!

BRB.

AH FUCK Nigella’s on. Man… seriously I dunno what to look at.. the food she cooks or her boobs.  (did that just rhyme?)

Kk.. BRB.

The Great Cleanup

You know the funny about cleaning up your own space?

There’s just so much shit that you don’t know where to start. What started off as just a “ha ha.. you know what would be a great way to spend this weekend” idea has just turned into “what the fuck were you thinking” situation.

I know organizing stuff has never, and I believe never will, be my strongest point. But honestly that’s not the point. Simply put, my room looks like it has somehow imploded into itself. Stuff I never knew have resurfaced. The amount of junk has reached dangerous levels. At this point in time, I don’t know if i should call the police or the environmental agency.

As I sit here drenched in my own sweat, I am wondering if I have bitten off more than i can, well.. chew. I feel like checking into a hotel room right now. Yep. it’s that bad.

More or it later. I have to fight the good fight. Wish me luck.

Gay. Damn gay.


Why?

Sometimes it's easier to type the words that will hopefully, somehow ignite change because it is getting increasingly harder to sit back and watch as the whole world goes to shit. - Pointless
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