road trips and suicide

Ok - well obviously not suicide. Im here. Writing this. Its on the "to do" list for the time being.

I've had a reasonably enjoyable evening. The bands were all decent, although nothing exceptional... the real highlight was watching Hurr headwalk onto a fat crowdsurfers face. This i approve of. 5/5 for effort there. Now, don't get me wrong, its not because i hate fat people (for the record, i do)... but the tubby cunt in question really was a tosser. I can't say i spoke to him personally, but you know the type of person who you can be in the same vacinity as for 2 minutes and think "yeeeeep. Hes a prick" - he was one of them. Prick is probably too kind. Infact, he seemed to be the social equivilant of a used condom. A rapidly cooling sack of jizz. A container of conjealing seed, never to meet any potential. Man fat, without purpose, rapped in latex, disguarded and left to rot in alley. Plus apparently hes rather happy with his hands. Pleasant.

Also - tortoises are rubbish. The minute they fall on their back, they can't get up, and die... kinda like old people.

Maybe when im done with this existance i'll burn in hell alongside hitler, and that chemically-enduced-alopechia cunt goodey - taking turns to babysit for mr cameron til he arrives... yep, scraping a new low there