I want all that stupid old s**t like letters and sodas.
Oh, wait, f**k. I don't. I'm getting myself mixed up with Liz Phair again. It happens a lot.
I did look in the ToC and it said nothing about swearing. Still, if I get banned I can claim I'm STICKING IT TO THE f**kING MAN and look all cool. So win-win situation. It's probably sensible I decided against calling myself "f**k you and your underground" though. (If you get that reference I'm already hoplessly in love with you).
Hah, awesome, they have in fact censored the swears. Rock and f**king roll guys. Poor d**k Valentine. Will that evil penis named fiend Jarvis c**ker be ok?
Sc**thorpe. Sorry, I'm having too much fun with this.
I like comics and games and gigs and festivals and cats and punk and goth and indie as it was before Oasis came along and everything turned to utter s**t.
I don't even speak to racists, homophobes, sexists and other such f**ktards.
If I was a film director I'd be Awesome Welles.
Don't message me if you're stupid. I'd just be mean to you. And then I'd really ought to feel guilty about it, but I'd get distracted and forget.
When I grow up I want to be d**k Valentine.
My children were fair and had sky in their hair but now they're content to wear stars on their brows.
