Why do I never receive messages when I need them the most. MSN is on melt down and I'm sat with noone to chat to. Where the bum hole are all the beautiful people?

Just received text from ex...'hope you've been sweating these past few days, don't panic I wouldn't want you back for love nor money. You can rest and get on with your immature shallow life.'

Was it something I didn't say.

Well got back late last night. I liked to say that I am all invigorated from my time in the country but I feel totally knackered, too tired even for the gym. The party was great fun though, it was at a friends house which was packed with so many different types of people. However county people and city people are like oil and water. Country woman are all tits and bad haircuts, and you have to get in the car just to go and buy a paper on sunday. Still as I said, had a great time, even managed to get off with an ex which was very amusing the next morning, not. RUN AWAY! Hope you all had nice weekends, I love you all...exits to custard pie by Led Zep, which album is that on people, your starter for 10.

HI everyone, just signing in to wish everyone a great weekend, I'm off to the country which if truth be told is my worst nightmare, but hopefully the company will make it worth while. God the distances I travel for a frigging party is a joke.
Be happy all you NNers now.
May your god go with you, hey he aint no republican no more.

I've been ill, dose of the flu before you ask, been busy, dull meetings with dull people before you ask. I'm easing up on the bloggong as well, I think we are too desperate to write about our own lives instead of reading about other peoples, if that makes sense. However, I had a dream last night and thought it amusing due to the fact that I woke up thinking where the hell did that come from.
Dream in short: I was going to take music lessons for the bass guitar (yes I used to play) and their where two music teachers at the university, Jimmy Page and that jewish looking guy who played Jeff Goldblums dad, oh yes Judd Hirsh (thanks MD Guy). Guess who I got, yep call me Prof Hirsh. So we got me out a bass cos I wasn't allowed to use my old Satalite and we started playing Jewish wedding songs. Thank god the dustbin men woke me up from this horrible nightmare.
Hope you are all well esp. Manic, yeah you guys can always mail me you know. May your rock god go with you. Exits to Kashmir being played on the banjo.

I'm off to the bookmakers to put a fiver on Barcelona beating us by 3 goals. Is that wrong?

...anyone fancy some phone sex?

My God I'm in on a friday evening.....still must make the best of a bad lot, high society on the tv and all you beuatiful people on line what more can a man want......novacaine perhaps.

OK guys this is serious now, I've read through the blogs and scanned the stories of sex, self pleasure, illnesses both small and potenially serious and poems about mountains but for this guys I need you like no one else has before......my suede boots have stains, how the frig do I get them out, little water stains, although I think 1 is dirt, is there any hope, I've only had them a couple of months. I'm relying on you beautiful people.
Hey I may not be deep but you can still drown in shallow water.
May your god go with you. (Jimmy Choo) ha ha.

Hi fellow bloggers, I've a confession to make.....I've been unfaithful, sorry. I didn't mean it to happen but this mail appeared in my box and I was feeling vunerable and I succumbed like the nieve pup. Anyway it was a shit site (say that quickly 10 times, it washes clean) so I hope you all can forgive me and let me snuggle back on the sofa.
xxxxxx
May your goggle go with you.