seethingheathen | Hi-hi, hi-ho . . .

. . . and all that daft shite.

I can get used to not being able to go online at all hours. I really can. I think. Are there support groups for people like me who don't have lives beyond this silly glowing box thinger? I imagine there are, so now I've just got to go find one.

On the weekend, I am going to go to London to commit a homicide. Bloomsbury, specifically. Tavistock Place, even more so.

Cunting bastards.