I'm building an ark

it hasn't stopped all day.

the reports came out today, so i intercepted the post and censored it, Jamie put his notice in today too, i think i'm going to next week i'm sick of work. i think i might just marry Storesy's mam and sponge off her. there is a spark between me and trace.

Harley got joke of the year, it's about my favourite person's fat girlfriend and the childcatcher off chitty chitty bang bang.

Jack Wills bodywarmers

are taking over the world, one pretentious prick and fat legged lass at a time, I've seen hundreds in the last few days.

I'm starting to hate town of a daytime, it's full of teenies, scenesters, queers and public school boys, especially the new bit of eldon square (which by the way, is canny lefal)

so tonight i went to Hadouken at the uni with a load of public schoolboys and surrounded by teenies and scenesters.... i proper love hypocrisy me. but it was surprisingly epic even at three pound a pint and it being Hadouken...

anti-racist bellend was outside marksies today, Harley wouldn't let me go and see him though, devastating.

I went downstairs yesterday to see all the setees in my front room upside down, then i came in tonight to my dad sitting on a deckchair and i no longer have a settee, credit crunch or what.

anti racist newspaper?

that lisping cretin on the corner of the deli annoys me.

'anti racist newspaper?'

sorry, correct me if i'm wrong, there can't be that much anti racist news in a week, its really not worth 50p, and really, i'm not too bothered about the burning anti racist issues of our society you obviously hold so dear.

'would you like to sign a petition against racism?'

you're expecting me to believe that if i put my name on your piece of paper a BNP member falls down a well or my uncle Phil gets a pint glass over his head every time he says paki down the club. no. that's not how the world works.

'what will that do?' 'it will get you on our mailing list'

oh so its not a petition anyway, how do you expect me to buy your newspapers lisping cretin when you lie to me so. are you even anti racist? i don't even know what to think anymore, i always thought the pointy white hat and flowing robes were a bit suspect but that wallpaper pasting table in a back lane covered in assorted shite has a certain 'TRUST ME' factor.

in short you're a bit of a wanker. get your life sorted.


i saw spacker dave tonight, he was walking along malvern road at quarter to ten with three bags of shopping. sometimes i suspect hes not all there.

because of my sheer lack of being able to save for leeds, i'm stuck in on a friday watching QI and playing sim city. LEFAL.

How hard is it to spell college

if i had a quid for every time somebody wrote how shit 'collage is' i'd be canny rich.

i'll have to admit it's not my favourite artistic medium either.

if you can't spell college, you shouldn't be allowed in it. not even for any kind of pointless media or air hostessing course which is only useful to get you on the dole.

so i'm proposing new entrance requirements, do away with GCSEs and replace them with a simple spelling test.

then you can complain about collages all you want while you're collecting the wheelie bins.

peace out. x

there was a thing on telly tonight about little one legged indian orphans with every disease and problem under the sun looking for needles on bombay landfills for fifty pence a day.

i was jealous. JD get your wages sorted.

Nathan Smith

"don't get me wrong, I'm as big of a fan of Nazi Germany as much as the next racist, but not when I feel like I am the Jew!"

genius.

by the way, if you didnt get the last title, FAYE, then youre lifting and should fuck off.

whats been up ****** ******* this week!

moving on from the heady days of kitchen utensils in her personal areas.

these days, an ucooked hot dog and a chicken nugget are rumoured to be up there...

cheers devo g!

theres a group on facebook, 'we thought sixth form would be like skins, now we realise its more like the inbetweeners.'

i dont know about yours but mines like a UN convention on poverty, scruffy somalians lurking in corners and a sea of tea towells in the lifts.

Clarky let slip she flirts with the lesbian metro inspector that looks like an onion to avoid getting fined. dirty.

I am FRUIT-BATMAN! sort of. unlike jake woods woho is a fruit light weight. i tried to prove I could go a full week just eating fruit. i lasted half a day.

Borgeous took her COCK scarf back, she tried to wriggle out of telling the man why, but i kindly pointed it out for her because I'm that nice. 'IT'S GOT COCKS ON IT'

BUT... it made me miss this.

C h a r l o t t e :) says:
*awhhh did you not even hear about it you reject
*it was proper naughty hahah
*on the first floor . these paki kids just started going wild , like 10 of them on to one. they all picked up chairs and tables and that and were pure smacking people with them hahaha ! then the cleaners came and tried to stop them and one of them waas like " STOPPP FIGHTING PLEASEE :'(" and hitting them with her mop .
*lmfao!
*no way it was one of the single greatest moments of my life!
*chuffed i did like cos i was going to go to town haha
*sexton came in like 20 minutes after looked concerned at all of the broken chairs then just sort of shrugged and walked out hahah
*he reminds me of the head of 6th form in skins

naughty.