the oil tycoon

theres something repulsive about bein congratualted by those who have never given 2 shits bout u. it has a smell to it....the smell of family.ive just managed to fx my belt bukkle with a comb. i know thats a bit random even for this blog but spontaneous moments of awe inspiring brilliance deserve to be shared. back to my bitching. yes family sucks, its like a mafia without the guns and with all of the stabbings in the back(see godfather pt2). lets talk about me again. i find myself feeling numb wen i 'shud' be happiest. have i forgotten how to be happy? no... im reli happy wen i play fifa. and quake live:D u kno wt? im so 'content' ryt now that even IM nt interested in what im sayin, i feel sorry for u guys. kk ill make a joke. what did the rich arab oil tycoon say to the oil who he thought was his inside man calld 'men'? "bitch! you men?" geddit? if u dont ur probably matt and have the IQ of a geographer. if mr may and that fat bitch ray had a child together how fukkd up wud the contours of that kids face be? it makes me sick just thinking about it. if ms rae were to make a map of her cave (vagina) i wud be rather impressd. i was rudely awoken this morning by the TV in my parents bedroom. the reli big tv was given to me by jason for by birtday a cuple of years bak cos he ws gnna throw it out. my father decided that it WAS infact a piece of junk and wud selflessely dispose of it for me by placing it in his bedroom. its fukkd me up. anyhoo i ws woken up by my dad watching (really loudly) jeremy kyle. the bitter sound of the proletariat. peace.