Friday, December 21, 2001

I will have links in my blog. It must and shall be done.

href="http://www.blogger.com"

href="http://www.blogger.com"

"http://www.blogger.com"

href=<"http://www.blogger.com">

Sunday, December 16, 2001

href="http://www.log.dial.pipex.com/randomacts/babystories/babystories.htm"

Work, link! Work!
Bum. There was supposed to be a link there... wonder what happened? *$£!? caffine withdrawal. Must... drink... tea... now....

End of term. I have my life back.

Except I don't. I have taken the weekend off and tomorrow I have to get back to studying again, all ready for my exams. I loathe life. I am studying on the most stressfull course my uni offers (according to the head of department) and I am powered by all the white-hot motivation of, say, a cheese and pickle sandwhich. I hate everything, especially you. You are unworthy even to cast your gaze upon my august blog.

Bastards.

Fuck off and go here, instead.


Or go back to typing body-parts and superhero names into Google. Whatever. I don't care.