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Today didn't have a good start. We had Shelly ringing me up like 5 minutes before I was due to leave the house to go to nana's - asking if she was seeing me today. Now I know she leaves things till the last possible second, but that was just fucking plain ridiculous. I don't think I was proper snappy about it, but I was firm - so she got all pissy about it and hung up on me. The slag.

I took my PS2 to nana's and spent the majority of the day playing Guitar Hero and Canis Canem Edit while nana sat on her PC and played Mahjong - and annoyed me with silly questions about her Facebook.

Ian and Lisa stopped by for dinner too. We talked about our costumes that we're wearing to Ian's Halloween party next Saturday. It should be pretty epic - Lisa's invited Shelly too. She isn't sure about what she's coming as yet. I showed them a photo of the costume that came yesterday - and Ian showed me a photo of the character he's going to be. I'm still not fully clear on what Lisa is planning, so we'll just have to wait and see.

I finished off the whole medium career on Guitar Hero, got from the end of chapter 1 to the start of chapter 3 on Canis Canem Edit - and talked Ian into doing a few of the Emily & Florence penalty shoot-out mini-games on Little Britain: The Video Game. Together, we've sort of worked out how it's supposed to be done - so I reckon I could have a better chance at doing it myself now. Hmmm.

Today's moment of utter hilarity:

Today is mam and dad's wedding anniversary. I don't do anniversaries, but nana got me a card for them. Anniversaries should be reserved for the couple, I reckon. Like Valentine's Day.
Either way - nana asked me if they were going out tonight - and I responded:
"I dunno, if mam finishes late, she'd be in a right MAD PANIC HURRY."

Nana started pissing herself - she thought I'd said mam would be having a MAGPIE CURRY.
Oh really nana. :P

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Despite having no major events happen today that would normally have upset me, the mood from last week carried on over. I felt okay yesterday because I had company - but today I had no distractions, other than my PS2.

I took it along again with me and spent most of the day playing Guitar Hero II and Parappa The Rapper 2. Some of the levels are going to be ridicuously hard to get COOL ranking.

I went over to Costcutters with grandad to buy horseradish sauce and instant mashed potatoes. I said to nana I'd have gone by myself, but grandad was insistent that he came too.
There was a mob of baby chavs outside, setting up "penny for the guy" dolls. It's fucking October!
"Penny for Halloween" would make more sense, but even so - they're just dirty scrounging fuckers.

There was more polony sausage for tea today. Nana hasn't got any for a while. It was so yum. :)
And she'd made fairy cakes and lemon sponge cake - boy was it fucking nectar. :D

Oooh, and she's gotten an e-mail from Play.com - apparently Abigail II: The Revenge has been shipped and I should be getting it pretty soon. Excited like. :D

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Everyone loves Katamari. :P
I took my PS2 along to nana's today. I was hoping they'd stopped being pricks about the whole personal message thing - and it does seem that they have done. Thank fuck for that.
While I was there, nana played Solitaire and I talked to her while I alternated between We Love Katamari, Parappa The Rapper 2 and Guitar Hero II.
 
I've managed to complete PTR2 on easy and medium difficulties - and I'm up to the last level on hard. It's a pain in the arse though. I hate leading the song, I always cock up my timing beyond what's acceptable.
And with the completion of the last basic Katamari missions - I was able to finally ROLL UP THE SUN.
I actually didn't think I'd manage it, but all seemed to go well - and I watched the sexy credits. I've unlocked some extra levels too. Now I've BEATEN it, I'm going to MASTER it - by getting all the items, presents, cousins and a hell of a lot more speedy comets. :D
 
When I came home, mam and I watched a few discs of Desparate Housewives and ate Hula Hoops together. We were awake until like 1 in the morning, so I was knackered - thus making it fairly easy for me to get to sleep. :)
 
I've decided to change my idea of what to get Shelly for her birthday.
I've declined the idea of GH action figures - namely because they've like tripled in price since the last time I looked them up - but I'm not writing my idea here - I don't know if Shelly still reads this from time to time. We can't be having the surprise spoiled, now can we? :P

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Hey guys! This post is “For Kids Only”, so all of you old fuckers just go away, or maybe you should read it too. Everyone who is under twenty years old should really pay attention to this crap because you’re the ones who are going to be hurt the most by this shit “When” it happens = “And it will happen unless you stop it!”

I have a question for the masses, who the fuck ever the masses are. *Duh, the masses are what Catholics say at church* Well, not exactly fool, in this case I think that it means “a whole lot of people” *Duh, that’s what I said, Catholics in church! *Now then, Ladies, Gentlemen, Girls, Boys, and Shims of all ages, *except those too young to vote for me* Do you consider yourself to be among the majority of the people who seem to take a royal ass fucking every time some fucking bureaucrat in Washington, D. C. up-grades their estate, or gives their side mistress a condo? (you call them congressman or senator, I call them “Fucking Thieves.”)

 

Well this post has to do with all of us having to pay for all of the things that those devious bastards run around misspending our tax dollars to buy. Like spending a billion, or two, of your tax dollars to help keep some maniacal dictator in power; or to vote their own worthless asses pay raises of 100% in one breath, while telling the common worker that it is “Illegal” for them to demand a twenty five per cent pay raise in the next breath.

 

Those bastards have voted for, and “Given Themselves”, 100% pay increases several times during the past twenty years. What A Fucking Rip-Off!

I figure that even if you only have one active brain cell, by now you have figured out that this post is about the fucking FEDERAL government taxing your ass to death.

 

Well I want to give you a hard kick in the ass, tell you to wake the fuck up, and let you know that “Your Government” has all but thrown in the towel, and surrendered to the money grubbing bastards at the UNITED Nation's who are trying to put GLOBAL TAXES onto the backs of America

Tax Payers.

 

This is really a very serious matter, however, at this point I would like to add a little bit of levity to the subject by asking for your thoughts on the following questions:

 

Q: Should there be a government sales, or use tax on pussy?

Q: Who would have to pay the pussy tax, the owner, or the end user of the pussy?

Q: Who would collect the tax on pussy, the City govt., State govt., Federal govt., or

    General Kofi Annan, and the “UNITED NATIONS GLOBAL TAX POLICE?”

Q: Would any of the money generated by the sales or use tax on pussy be used for

the betterment of American pussies? Or; would the bulk of the pussy sales or use

tax dollars be redistributed to a third world country like IRAN?

Those people actually hate our pussies, but they love the American Dollar!

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Blog #260

Happy Birthday To Me...

Anyway, today is the day Dixie turned 18.

I don't feel any different. I don't want to be 18.

For one, I don't like the number 8 - and for two, I don't like this immense burden of suddenly being an adult now on my head.

The only good thing is, now I can legally buy porn and sex toys. :)

Hello Ann Summers! :P

I still had college today, regardless of the pile of presents by the fireplace.

I didn't have time to open them when I woke up, so I only opened the cards that were there and put them on the mantlepiece. Mam had gone a bit mad with the decorartions - banners, balloons and foil tinselly things all over the place.

I should have opened the presents though - because for the entire day, I was left wondering what the box on top of my PS2 was.

When I came out of the house, ready to walk for my bus - this chav was walking by, and he was proper staring at me.

I didn't actually know why - until I realised he wasn't staring at me at all, he was staring at the banners and the balloons on the window behind me.

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College was pretty meh.

English was relativley boring, but thankfully - not too tormenting.

Media Studies was reasonable - another lesson on those horror films.Watching clips and taking notes. Very easily done. I love the old horror films too. Especially Nightmare On Elm Street. :D

Freddy Krueger - definatley my costume of choice this year for Ian's halloween party.

Today I had a beasty 3 hour break - Shelly walked down to the docks with me. We both bought sausage sandwiches and I got myself a bottle of water.

We went to the paved part down by the river and sat on the benches for a few hours, cuddling and talking. Shelly gave me lots of kisses too. We were in a really secluded part, shaded by trees and bushes, so nobody was there to bother us. It was freezing though - and despite Shelly's best efforts to keep me warm by cuddling me close to her - we only retreated back to college for the remaining 45 minutes of this beasty gap purely based on the fact it was far too bloody cold.

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When I got back, mam was in - and I finally got to know what was in the box.

An odd surprise - Shelly said it would be Guitar Hero 5 - but the box was WAY too small to have a guitar in it, and too big to be just the game - so I knew she was wrong. I had a feeling it might be something silly, like one of those daft novely keys - but it was far too heavy for that.

I opened it and I found a sexy DIGITAL PHOTO FRAME.

Fucking PHWOAR mate. :D

It looks fairly complex to set up, but I have a few ideas. I'll have a fiddle around with it - get some of our epic Saturday trio photos on there and show Ash and Shelly the next time they're round. It'll be a sweet addition to my desk - turned on for guests and when I need cheering up. :)

She'd also got me a mug with a cuddly troll inside it and a silver pentagram pendant. Sexah. :)

Paul had been and dropped off a card and the two Maximo games he'd ordered for me. Maximo and Maximo VS Army Of Zin, the sequel. And apparently, there's something else coming in the post for me. Oooh, I wonder. :)

And lastly, another jiffy bag with one of the games from Shelly - Ed, Edd 'N' Eddy: The Mis-Edventures. :)

Mam scorned my immaturity. Nah, she's just boring. I know how to have fun. :P

I wanted to go and play my new games, but mam fucking swayed me with a season of Desparate Housewives. Damn her. :)

While we watched this, I ate some instant macaroni cheese that smelt like sour milk and vomit, but tasted really good. :P

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Ian and Lisa came later on the night - and they'd brought my card and their present actually did contain Guitar Hero 5 - proving Shelly's idea partially correct. :)

Mam then did let me set up my PS2 - and we played We Love Katamari - took it in turns doing some levels.

Mam thinks its a pointless game. Nah, she just doesn't recognise genius gameplay when she sees it. And she's also shit at it, so that probably contributes some too. :P