Break yo' fuckin' face tonight (it's just one o' those days)

Christ.
I went to sleep last night in such a refreshing mood. After a lovely telephonecall with Hauwa that left me cheery, I listened to "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)" by Baz Luhrman (Presents), and it gave me a sorta perspective. Made me think about life. I've been complaing a lot about everything lately and I'm not sure I like it. I've been getting angry over the most trivial things and I've generally been foul-mooded. I decided that no, I'm gonna realise that this achieves nothing; just let go.
But today was a wonderful reminder of why I fucking hate everything and everyone (clearly, I'm exagerating, fuckwit).
ARGH! That's all I have tosay about today. ARGH! No I don't, I got a whole fuckin' blog to say (thought you'd escaped? fat chance, fat fuck):
First off, waking up half an hour earlier was harder than expected. Ahh, I can't be fuckt with the trivial stuff:
At work, about £10,000 got paid into the wrong person's account (who promptly withdrew it and ran away) in my handwriting. Shit.
My keyboard on my laptop is broken. This means I have no life. Yeah, it's pathetic, but I do spend most of my free time on my laptop. So fuck, fuck, fuck.
I downloaded a Star Wars game, at the advice of Tom. Looks brilliant. Took 13 hours to download. All day I've been thinking "at least I can play my game when I get home". Install it. Restart computer. Single-player mode doesn't work. Error, or some shit. FFFFFUCK YOU!
See, it's days like this that I think maybe there is a God: "Oh, life isn't so bad I guess..." *uh-oh... SMITE, SMITE, SMITE!*
Fucker.
And then there's the whole Matt's-blog's-comments-fiasco. I don't know what to say. It's all a bit silly. It's quite obvious how everyone reading my best friend's blog is going to feel, and I'm pretty happy that people are supporting me, even if it is in, shall we say, "unorthodox" methods. Arguing about typos is stupid, and just because someone doesn't agree with the opposing side doesn't mean they are necessarily agreeing with you. It's also not wise to thank someone who says "I don't hate sluts," that's basically admitting to being a slut.
Then again calling someone a cunt is pretty harsh, even if I maybe do ever-so-slightly agree. But like I said, it is on my best friend's blog, I'd be pretty upset if sympathy was found there of all places. But I'm not saying I want people to be horrible. I'm not bothered by the anonymity, it's the only way to keep the uppser hand, really, so anonymouse isn't a proud moron. And cowards are usually the survivors... I dunno. My morals are pretty fucked up. But morality is a concept created by mankind, so outside our petty lives it doesn't really exist; so what's the point in it? Argue with that, let's get another decent philosophical debate going. I'm rambling now, but that's just because I'm going to be kciked off here at some point. I've lost the freedom to blog at will, so I'm getting in all I can, while I can.
Also, Alissa accused (or heard that it was) Jordana, regarding the afforementionned "anonymouse", which upset me. I dunno who is starting rumours about it, but everyone, shut the fuck up with gossip. Argue online if you must, in person if anonymouse comes forward and admits it (even though they could be lying), but Jesus, it's OBVIOUS why people feel the way they do. If you play with fire you're gonna get burnt. So throwing napalm isn't smart. Anyway, I'm officially not taking sides, please direct any comments to my attourney, Hauwa.
I'd like to reiterate (if that is, indeed, how it is spelled): fuck the world.
Ok well, I've run out of things to say... Oh, well done Jenni, Old Dunstonians beat the other losers 10-5 (apparently, I couldn't keep track) in their first ladies' rugby match on Sunday; it was a rad' day. I look forward to many more games.
And bring on fucking autumn already, summer freaking SUCKS, I'm tired of being hot.

ENOUGH!