Here's to James Connolly and Michael Collins. And the thousand rebels who has ever died by the sword and rifles of the tyrant crown of England.
Slinte.
Tonight has been rather boring actually, the peak of tonight was the call I made to Belfast. Heh, my phonebill is going to get really high it seems. 'Cause I can't wait 30-60 minutes before calling Belfast. I wonder when it will arrive, the phonebill that is. I wonder what I'll do tonight, would be nice if someone was home, though they're not.
I can understand why there's so many assholes in this damn town, there's nothing to do, so they have to please themselves with strange doings. For example, there's alot of people here who take pleasure in torturing cats or similiar animals. Aswell there's alot of 40 year olds who simply has no lives at all... who just go around looking for trouble. Though there's also alot of nice people around aswell... well alot would be a lie, though there's the people who I enjoy being around, and well I am able to count 'em on one hand. Heh. So boredom must make people assholes, or I wouldn't understand why there's so many of 'em here. Sheesh, I wonder if I will end up like those. *shivers in horror* I hope not. that would be a disaster. Well I guess I won't. I won't put myself down to those peoples poor standards.
God bless gallant Pearse and his comrades who died, Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde. And here's to James Connolly who gave one Hurrah and faced the machine guns for Erin.
Sing up the RA.
slinte.
Oh, just recently I found some good reading on the net, was looking through a friend's guestbook on a community, where my ex-friend had told her that he wanted to beat me up. haha. it is rather amusing how he can go on and on... writing shit like that and feeling sorry for himself. sheeesh, his self-pity is above everything else on this earth, I tell you. And it is extra-fun now when he has changed his image... now adays he acts like some big, strong, muscular, masculine man who loves the military, though he has never served in a military unit at all before, nor will he. 'cause he is alltogether fake. he is as fake as someone can get. his life is all built up on pieces from other peoples lives. as an example, I did something that worked for me, or something that he thought to be cool, then he adds that to his life though not knowing how to do it, or why to do it. it gets really plastic and fake. And he dares to say that "i have a lack of inner qualities". It is not I who copy you. And talking about inner qualities, I wonder what that could be? emotions? well, It wasn't I who night after night forced your girlfriend to have sex with you. Oh how I wish he'd try to beat me up. I am not quite sure what I'd do though, report it in and try to ruin his life that way, or break his face. Perhaps both ways, report it in at first and then break his face. Though he wouldn't dare doing it, and I wouldn't do it... I'd break his face in self-defense, that I would do.
Slinte.
Tonight has been rather boring actually, the peak of tonight was the call I made to Belfast. Heh, my phonebill is going to get really high it seems. 'Cause I can't wait 30-60 minutes before calling Belfast. I wonder when it will arrive, the phonebill that is. I wonder what I'll do tonight, would be nice if someone was home, though they're not.
I can understand why there's so many assholes in this damn town, there's nothing to do, so they have to please themselves with strange doings. For example, there's alot of people here who take pleasure in torturing cats or similiar animals. Aswell there's alot of 40 year olds who simply has no lives at all... who just go around looking for trouble. Though there's also alot of nice people around aswell... well alot would be a lie, though there's the people who I enjoy being around, and well I am able to count 'em on one hand. Heh. So boredom must make people assholes, or I wouldn't understand why there's so many of 'em here. Sheesh, I wonder if I will end up like those. *shivers in horror* I hope not. that would be a disaster. Well I guess I won't. I won't put myself down to those peoples poor standards.
God bless gallant Pearse and his comrades who died, Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde. And here's to James Connolly who gave one Hurrah and faced the machine guns for Erin.
Sing up the RA.
slinte.
Oh, just recently I found some good reading on the net, was looking through a friend's guestbook on a community, where my ex-friend had told her that he wanted to beat me up. haha. it is rather amusing how he can go on and on... writing shit like that and feeling sorry for himself. sheeesh, his self-pity is above everything else on this earth, I tell you. And it is extra-fun now when he has changed his image... now adays he acts like some big, strong, muscular, masculine man who loves the military, though he has never served in a military unit at all before, nor will he. 'cause he is alltogether fake. he is as fake as someone can get. his life is all built up on pieces from other peoples lives. as an example, I did something that worked for me, or something that he thought to be cool, then he adds that to his life though not knowing how to do it, or why to do it. it gets really plastic and fake. And he dares to say that "i have a lack of inner qualities". It is not I who copy you. And talking about inner qualities, I wonder what that could be? emotions? well, It wasn't I who night after night forced your girlfriend to have sex with you. Oh how I wish he'd try to beat me up. I am not quite sure what I'd do though, report it in and try to ruin his life that way, or break his face. Perhaps both ways, report it in at first and then break his face. Though he wouldn't dare doing it, and I wouldn't do it... I'd break his face in self-defense, that I would do.
malloreigh:
it could be raining atom bombs!