Since discovering that Mr. 7UP (whatever his name may be) was an albino I feel somewhat obligated to purchase his brand of carbonated drink. Now, I'm not overly fond of 7UP, yet still I find myself purchasing it. And it is growing on me. Rather quickly. In fact, I like the stuff. Hmm. Bias opinon much? Possibly. I'm going to blame it on the albinism, it seems a perfectly valid excuse when one takes into consideration the circumstances.
My life, it seems to consist of many strange loyalties, yet I don't have much to show for it. It makes me quite sad. Sometimes I wish I had the balls to be a cunt. Yes, the irony in that sentence was fantastic. See, if I were to be a complete and utter cunt to the world I'd have a legitimate reason for being a lonley bean.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Today has been quite dull, and highly frustrating. The most important Christmas present I have ordered has not yet arrived. I have crippled my shoulder, so now I am genuinely unable to write the last 750 words of my essay. I'd rather write the fucker than be a crip. Gah. My mother phoned and woke me up just as I fell asleep. And when I went to the doctors I forgot to take my fags so had to purchase more, so now I have two open packs which is annoying, although it will save a trip to sainsburys tomorrow.
I don't think I ever stop complaining.
The highlight of my life, currently, is the imminent arrival of fake Christmas.