AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!

My landlord is a fucking bastard who has his head so far up his ass you can see his hair coming out of his fucking ears! The motherfucking bastard actually changed the fucking lock of the front door. So far, so good, since the bleedin' thing'd been malfucktioning since September. However, he then ... wait for it ... neglects to give us new keys!!!

Motherfucker. He is so lucky I came home late enough for one of my housemates to already be there, so he could open the door for me. [Apparently, he'd only gotten a key b/c he duplicated one from our other housemate, who actually had to call the landlord for one. I reiterate: motherfucker.]

Then I get to the cybercafé and they inform me they'll be closed for the next two hours due to a computer glitch or whatever. So I muttered my way over to the movie theatre and went to see Chicken Run.

Note: Rocky/Fowler = eeeeeek! But also hm.

Why is this bloody thing downloading so slowly? I wanna get to chat already!

Bart Simpson made me do it!

Erk. My BartMuse and my EmMuse have teamed up and are now grafitti-ing the inside of my head. Oh yoj.

Why does Molly get all the weirdoes? She doesn't need to resort to being weird herself, oh no, not her.

Bah.