Monday 00:43 a.m.
So that's it over. There is no way I can explain to an Unfortunate One how much I hate this time of year. Because they don't have it. Bovine. And so am I. Bovine. But that's the end of it.
It's been a very good time for me this year. I only went out three times. Once was Christmas Day. Once was Hogmanay. And once was today. If it hadn't been for the threat of all the other things I might have had to attend, I might have had a good time. I might have felt in control.
So fung off! Fung off! Fung off! Fung off, you pondlife morons. I've got stuff to do! I don't have enough time in this life to spend what little I have left with you. I don't want to think when I am dying that I would have liked to have spent my time on this planet doing something better.
Than wasting my time talking to Unfortunate Creatures, the blissless ones, like you. So that's it. The end of socialising. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There's nothing you can do with the too dumb to meditate. At least, nothing I can do. What a great time I could have if you would all just fung off and leave moi alone!
Is that it then, Hotboy? At the end of the season of goodwill ... fung off! Just fung off!
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bah humbug hotboy....2010 make it real zen!
loveandpeacexxx
Spango Yogini! 2010 is a funny number, isn't it? Hope you had a good time! And Happy New Year! Hotboy p.s. Last night was the first for a while without bob hope! Crabbit as hell!
Numbers, schmumbers, they're all just photons.
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