28
May
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27
May
I made a provisoric Webtool that does just the linking automatically, and not all the cool stuff my old one did. ut I figure manually hotlinking 60 images is what takes time anyway, so this makes it easier. I’ll still not be daily on uploading images, but atleast a bit more often now.
Also, no it’s not a matter of web/database space on the spam comments. It’s just really fucking annoying.
I DRINK UNIMAGINABLY LARGE AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL NOW KTHX!
27
May
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25
May
No, I’m not dead. And right now, at the time I am writing this, I am not getting laid.
My uncle died today. From the life he was living, it was just a matter of time. It’s still crap that he’s gone, he was a nice guy. I’ll really miss him.
About the spam comments, thinking about disallowing anonymous comments, and require registration before you can post comments, because indeed it is really fucking annoying with these 14 year olds making leet haxor spam spiders.
That’s about it. I still have no means to get new pictures. But soon, I think I’ll have a way.
This is the final breath of fresh air. I feel totally destroyed physically from all the drinking and dancing in the clubs. Today is the final day. The day when everything ends. The day before Norway’s equivilant of 4th of July. This is the day the whole country sits down and consumes unimaginably large amounts of alcohol.
Naturally, I must gather the strength, the willpower to stay standing just one more day. Then I can have my peace. Just one more day. After that, I think I am actually going home to recooperate for a good long time before I do much of anything. I took yesterday off and just stayed in bed absolutely all day, except for when I got hungry. But even then it took me 3 and a half hours to gather the energy, and ignore the massive pain in all of my joints and muscles, to go get some food.
This is it. The last time I do this. After this I better pray to whatever transcendental entity or force that I’ll be alright.
No sympathy for the devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
I have now spent ALOT of money buying alcohol. It’s 3pm, and I’m still kinda drunk from yesterday. It’s not enough, I need more, nothing seems to satisfy. Also this beast of a woman, a combination of Frankensteins Monster and the Human Wall was touching me relentlessly yesterday, and my girl was taking the day off away from alcohol, so I had free room to be an asshole. Not to my girl, but to this thing.
So she keeps asking me to dance. Eventually I think “Hmm, if I were an evil sociopathic bastard, this would be a perfect opportunity…” And so, I accept her invitation, and we dance the night away. I walk her home, standing on her doorstep, she’s putting on a fake smile. She asks if I want to come inside.
“I’d rather give you some money to buy yourself a personality and some friends, but lately I’ve gone fresh out of sympathy. Have a nice life!”
Then I go home. It was a Kodak moment, I swear.
Anyway, today there is something else that will demand my attention, so I probably won’t have time to be mean to people so it was good to get it out of my system. Still no real idea when I will be getting home. We’ll see.
9
May
I’m still in the city, just thought I would pop by to tell al you people suffering needlessly, and going through life feeling like you are an emotional singularity, and that everybody hates you that my life is peachy. Seriously could not be better than it is right now. Also, I think I’m going to post an essay of some sort when I get back. I got working on some fiction shit that I found unfinished from school days. We’ll see.
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4
May
Tomorrow I go back to the city to be with my girl. Although it seems getting a ride there is less than easy, I will definately kill something if I can’t get there tomorrow, because that means one less day of being with my girl. And I can’t have that.
I’ll have to call around and see if anyone is willing to drive me there, since tomorrow is a national holiday and there is no activity in the public transportation. For all this bullshit hindering my life being a happy one, I blame you. Yes you.
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2
May
Fuck Ann Coulter and fuck her conceit.
Fuck John Kerry and fuck his purple hearts.
Fuck all these gun toting hip gangster wannabes.
Fuck George Bush and fuck all his clones.
Fuck retro anything and fuck your tattoos.
Fuck your latte, and fuck your art.
Fuck the new pope, and fuck his supporters.
Fuck your religion and fuck your false faiths.
Fuck armageddon we’re all dying anyways.
Fuck all you smokers you’re poisoning everyone.
Fuck you non-smokers, you’re all dying anyways.
Fuck all you moralists, you’re all hypocritical.
Fuck animal rights groups, wrong species to protect.
Fuck anti-abortionists it’s not your fucking body.
Fuck all the military and fuck their hubris.
Fuck all the hippies, peace is bad for the economy.
Fuck your values, they only apply to you.
Fuck your desire to be number one.
Fuck your inability to become number one.
Fuck all you liberals and your inability to actually do anything.
Fuck all you conservatives and your inability to evolve ideas.
Fuck all you centrists and your inability to choose a single side.
Fuck all you models and your idealistic beauty.
Fuck all you fat lazy assholes who can’t get on the stairmaster.
Fuck the popstars who leech 13 year old kids’ money.
Fuck you 13 year olds who actually buy their crap.
Fuck vegetarians you’re eating my foods’ food.
Fuck these dysfunctional insecure psychotics.
Fuck your therapist, and fuck his expertise.
Fuck academia, and fuck your elitist crap.
Fuck anti-intellectualism, you need to evolve.
Fuck all you white people and your ignorance.
Fuck all you black people and your self-segregating culture.
Fuck all you asians and your sexual deviance.
Fuck all you racists and your national and racial pride.
Fuck egalitarians, there is no justice for all.
Fuck all you lesbians you’re stealing our women.
Fuck making people less human because they like someone of their own gender.
Fuck northern europe and fuck your hairy women.
Fuck southern europe and fuck your hairy men.
Fuck western europe and fuck your linguistics.
Fuck eastern europe and fuck all your unibrows.
Fuck North America, fuck your war mongering.
Fuck South America, you’re the White Trash of hispanics.
Fuck oceania, you’re just british rejects.
Fuck Northern Africa, and fuck all your sand.
Fuck Africaans and fuck all your lions.
Fuck the middle-east and fuck all your oil.
Fuck fundamentalists and fuck your hypocrisy.
Fuck my new site design, fuck my webhost.
Fuck my social ineptitude. And fuck you.
Don’t just call me pessimist, try and read between the lines.
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2
May
I actually smiled for 2 days. And not the “I’m taking a photo now” kind of smile, actual happy smile. I think I found a girl. She realy likes me and I really like her. We partied until 11pm on Saturday and went back to her place.
Anyway, I’m going back to see her on Thursday.