stupid Wan Ting. (hurhur)
Her Royal Highness. (hurhurhur)
keeps bugging me update this useless, to-shit, journal.

I don't know what it's called anymore.
a Journal? Diary? Blog? Pieceacrap?

We're in the middle of Preliminary Shit-xams.
and I'm here, just finishing up the new layout.
Oh JOY.

9233/01 was for shit.
9079/03 was for shit.
29/06/87 was for shit.

Hehehehe.

so, the question of the layout.

CAN YOU HANDLE IT?

Don't ask me what I mean exactly.
I'm sure it can be inferred from my layout.

Can you?

Open your eyes?

Open your mind.

Fuck if Tom, Dick and Harry want to take it up the ***.
What's it to you? What's it to anyone else?
The state has no business in the bedrooms of people.
You don't either.

Homophobia.

Well, on their side, it's called Heterophobia.