And good cheer.

It's Christmas (And It Won't Be The Last)
by ThirdSideRecords

Because what happiness there is, should be in circulation. If kept all to yourself, it'll just shrivel up and die.

Is this christmas?

You could probably deduce that it's because I'm not Christian or the fact that the 25th December isn't really the birthday of Christ-rather the date of a festival involving sol and that the reason for this sham is because of some bullshit agenda to ease spreading (brainwashing) the teachings of the church.

But, I don't feel particularly merry. Indeed, all I want for Christmas is my driving license and to stay at home. Far, far away from all the people who may or may not be celebrating and participating in the worship of a god they may or may not believe in, whether intentionally or not.

May the fury of Christ and all his acolytes commence.

Red Bikini Girl.

And, I need to grow some balls before I get to the point where I'm so unattractive to people that having balls doesn't matter.

OH HAI.

PS. If anyone is going to be at Zoukout, please come up and say hi. I won't bite.

Porno Is My Vice.

The proudest moment I had for the past two weeks, was from standing sweaty and naked from the torso having successfully single handedly vanquished the orange hue of mold covering my living quarters' toilet. As expected, not a single word of thanks was heard for returning to decency a toilet used by more than thirty people.

The worst, has got to be being locked up in camp with most of the guys gone on leave. Sitting around waiting to be activated in case of war, it kind of affected. I was both depressed and slightly crazed. It was not a proud moment. Oh, the things I do for the country.

Plea.

I hope I will not be bored to death in camp this week. If the past week repeats itself, I think I may begin developing serious psychological issues.

I mean, there's only so much sleeping that one can take in twenty four hours, everyday. There're only so many toilets one can endeavour to clean by himself. There's only so much I can do to while away time twenty four hours confined to one floor of spartan living space before I go nuts and kill everybody in sight.