Day 28; that is, to clarify, 28 days since I have joined the wonderful Deviant Art Community. It's not that wonderful though, only today, when trying to show stuff to Emma (her messenger decides to not accept anything I send) I was rebuked callously by the DA machine/server/whatever it's called. And still, STILL it has not shown up. But still.

I have just watched a program on my telebox (as E4 sometimes refer to it as, usually when they are informing my good self of their intentions to throw spunky movies into it) called '8 out of 10 cats,' I think. And while watching it I was shocked to discover that 7% of British children do not know how to eat an orange.
What the fuck?
How can you not know how to eat an orange? Actually, if you are old enough to answer that question, you're probably about 3 or 4 (or whatever, I don't know anthing about children, I don't even like them) and surely at some point in your life so far you will have eaten an orange or at least seen someone eating an orange. It's not that rare an occurance.

Abandonment.
I have been abandoned (why else would I be adding a journal to this?). Everyone must be off watching Mary being evicted from BigBrother, or something else. I'm not going anywhere 'cause I have no money. I spent it all on Tori Amos' new CD (well, it's not that new;newest) and although it's a good album (£18.99 though? that is quite dear. 'With Teeth' only cost £14.99 or something like that) I am having second thoughts, but it's too late now.

Slumber.
Matthew (if you ever get the fuck out of your bed to read this, you'll probably discover this is about you)(although, saying that, you're probably reading this at some obscene time like 5 in the morning) you dick. Don't go to sleep at stupid times. If you're going to do this whole conforming thing, you're going to have to learn to go to sleep at reasonable times. I'm gonna have to lecture you on this next time I see you.

This is quite a crap entry, for which I apologise. I didn't really have a point to communicate. I was just kind of hoping one would surface, but no such luck.
Barrier, sorry for being short earlier tonight - I was in such a bad mood. I'm a bit better now, but I sense it won't last. I'll be all pissed again tomorrow, as you (ruddy) you bastard scum, are off galavanting in Belfast!!! With Alexis and this Beatie person. You shite. See you soon, although probably not. Sunday perhaps, I'll probably be angry, but you like me angry, don't you, you peverse scumbag, you.