I seem to have a great ability at choosing shit friends.
I get by with a little help from my friends…..with a bit of luck, everybody responsible for making covers of that record will be in an accident leaving them deaf, mute and unable to ever make another shit song. I’m at work, listening to the radio, wondering how certain, talent-less fuck’s get to where they are.
I don’t mind it too much today. I quite enjoy making tea and soup. At least people appreciate it and I get to sit here and scribble when it’s quiet, watching the little doormouse that sometimes visits. I even fed it today but I’m keeping that quiet….might not go down all that well. Aren’t butterflies fantastic? Doreen was admiring one the other day when a bird flew up and ate it. Poor sod. Sorry for the interruption but Britney fucking Spears, what an egotistical jumped up whore.