so what if i don't really feel like working today. as such, i devoted the whole morning fixing my photoblog. here's some math on the fixing my fucking photoblog timeline: more than 12 weeks to have the courage to figure out what's wrong, basically, nothing went wrong, my host just altered my fucking script a little here and there and walah, it's not working like it should. another 2 months telling myself that i'm busy with stuff (such as downloading sex tape and porno magazine artsy fartsy references for my photoblog) it took less than 5 minutes to fix it after i stumble upon's gavin's site because he's got a nice layout and mine looked frantically like a recycling centre. and it took 1 and half hours to remember the password. which i think just fucked up cause i use that password for everything. including my atm card. (yes, feel free to mug me if you see me on the street, i'm only 5 feet and i don't know any form of matrial art (unless you consider a neverending attempt to clutch girl's tits martial art), fine jovial bloke like me never carries a stunner or pepper spray. oh, have i ever told you i wrote my atm password on the card itself? for convinience.
oh, have i told you G's back from the land down under?
11:17 AM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
