Well, I'm heading that way my dear. Just made a milo, took 2 panadol rapids, 2 ginger capules, washed my face, brushed my teeth and positioned copious water, cordial and painkillers on my bedside table. It's countdown now to zzz time, I'm realising this because it taking me 1/2 hour to type something really simple.
I'm looking at the word countdown, and spelled it four times wrong in a row. Ah fuck who the hel cares this late, let the ridiculously innacurate spellkg run riot I say!! Anarvhy to word-nazis! (fuck it toolk ,e a good 5 mintues to spell nazi) OH I'm gpomg tp shake my head in disgust at this pst tomorow.
Nut for now, WHOFUCKIBVAFRES@ I certainoy done! Amd neithrt doies god or krisha or nbuddh or whatever I'm sure tnhey've got much more important nasal-contemplating to engager in to decide on the bsis of dsdpelling errors from the drug-addled brains of bluelighters up way past their bedtime.
Tjat didn't make a single bit fo fuccking sense did it. I completlely blame UnsQuare cause he's a dody dodgy fuck, whom I love dearly bt whom I really think should star in pornos that are, like, paraodies of old 70's pornos. YOu know, lots of gold chains, hats, girls on roller blades, ridiculously shag carpets aa big table full of Coke and the Doors, Jimi Hendrix and Rolling Sones playing on dvd to set the mood. Did I mention there must be table piled with coke. Oh and a dressup rom fofr the girls. Fetish and cute gear and long boots and soft (but suitably stinging) soft leather whips at our disposal.
I volunteer to be the fluffer.