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That's fucking why.

That.

Is fucking.

Why.

Party here tomorrow for his birthday. I'll post pictures of it. Once I've picked myself off the floor. No, not because of intoxication, but because of begging to the neighbours not to call "mummy" on us. It annoys me. We've sent round handwritten notes to every neighbour here that, frankly, half of won't hear the noise, because the last party we had, we got an official warning for noise and disturbance. It's a Saturday night. Party night. And it's his birthday. Ah well...

Haven't got a job yet and, due to overworked and underpaid teachers of the music and drama courses I am currently undergoing, my lessons haven't really started yet. I can't blame them. They're doing me a favour. But I just can't wait to get qualified and get going with any kind of productivity. I will pay them massive. But they still won't budge!

Ah, speaking of productivity, I'm going to get back to helping Hal out. He wakes up at 8 and goes to work. Works untill, some nights, 7pm. Gets home. Works more untill early hours of the morning. He inspires me. I know he has to be perpetually busy and he's fucking good at it, but I just want him to be able to relax for one fucking minute!

Oh, so I should probably get back to work!

Thankyou for all the lovely comments wishing me luck! I know you meant them and consider them very much appreciated.

Before I go, if anyone is a fan of Rabbit Junk or GOOD FUCKING MUSIC, then pop on their myspace page and look at the disgusting Snocap thing! Please spread the word if you know anyone who has their precious music on myspace to check and make sure their not being fucked and having their music sold for peanuts by outside means.



I leave you with the forbidden love of a woman and her Pledge. When will society understand?!