Well were here again. Turns out i never verified this account, Thats why i could never accsess it. But three months on i get off my sizeable rear and make a new account. Woop-ieee....

If you actually want some insight into my life, Shit, Followed by a light sprinkiling of college work that adds to the over all flavour of a fucked up social life. And if you want to go for that extra crap after-taste in your mouth remember to place in the middle of no where surronded mainly by imbreds and disgruntled farmers who think that 50 is too young to be complaining yet.

Yeah, I hate it hear. It might be paradise for the majority of people here but then again the majority of people can drive out of here so as to spend the minimum ammount of time here.

And where is here? A stereotypical small english town where everyone is lovely, Everyone enjoys a good gossip and, If you beleave midsommer Murders. Alot of people die. Well there half right. Alot of people do die, Its just because they forgot to carry on living there that old. Not because of a disgruntled shop keeper wanting an affair with the doctors wife.

Im not normally this whinny but after spending a busy month having to cash out on taxi's with rates that the the devil and demons wouldnt pay and a bus service that doesnt show up after 5PM. Well you'll be singing a happy tune as well.

Enjoy the snippits of pissed off poetry and warped storys that i post up. If your lucky i might even dig out my giant, made in iceland scanner to give you one of my drawings to ooze other too while your at it.

Nice