(Tuesday, January 17, 2006)
Notice: if you're rich, (like millionaire rich, not sperm rich) and you happen to stumble upon this journal of mine, i've got a once in a lifetime offer for you. all you need to go is to get me a iMac G5 and i'll let you bugger me silly. i'll settle for a apple powerbook too, mind you.
yeah, i was at the deutsche's princess' house. the mac was more than provoking. it's like having pamela anderson in the skimpiest transparent lingerie she can find in the same room but you can't have sex with her. or touch her. or jerk off cause they tied you up. and the bloody (not literally) princess was showing off with her remote control for the mac and all. then the camera, then the new iTunes, then her library of songs. that bitch.
Notice #2: if you don't happen to be rich and still want to bugger me silly, there's an alternative. with the sufficient amount of experience in larceny, you can still do so. call me. any given sunday. i've got a little something something for your yellow/white/black/green ass.
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whops, the phones are ringing again. will be back.
blogging sucks. in the office at least. i won't be back. i mean today.
9:37 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
