Guys could jump me soo easily as I walk the five minutes home from work through the "warren". I need to fight somebody. We used to rumble a lot, kind of semi contact but I've been hit quite hard in the face a few times. I'm good - I'm impossible to bruise
- and I know a scattering of martial arts technique but I broke my right elbo (2 weeks before my final school exams (A Levels - thought I should be internationalist about this, u know, keeping it real) (when I should try keeping it right, right? Death to diadactic rappers 
)) and did something painful to my left clavical falling off my bike about six weeks ago so I need to configure myself or something.
Maybe I just did a mind fart, then deleeted it.
But, Anarchick, miss popular, (I gotta hate popular still. Whatever happend to the ideals I built my life on? I still respect them) it was connected. Maybe I have a case of over-association-ability. Perhaps I'm genius.
Haha. You can hate me for it but I know that I am not.
It's all about control.
The girl I am have been in love with is anorexic
dyslexia makes linking all this up difficult, maybe fartish
I'm a shite because that way I can control you and you wont go making assumptions.
And i'm also just a shite.
Sorry chaps and cyber-chapesses. I'm an angry person. Feel free to put me in the catagory of people who you don't like, that fine by me, I can throw you in a bag too.
I feel too violent today. Time I did some socialising. I have the curtains drawn at least.
Sickness sucks and so do 2 month waiting lists.