STOP LOOKING AT ME!

Firstly, I'd like to say well done Australia on beating Uruguay (pronounced U R GAY) in the play-off for the World Cup next year. This is not me brown-nosing the Aussie who has since become an avid reader of this blog (for reasons unknown!) No! I was thoroughly disappointed when the Iranians beat them in the play-off for the 1998 World Cup, but that was just because El Tel was in charge at the time. It's good to see them get through. Hopefully, we'll end up in the same group and twat the bastards like we did in the summer! Ha ha ha!

Anyway....

People. Those that know me, know that I hate people. They're everywhere, they get in my way, I can't understand most of them (be it their language, accent or thoughts.) People piss me off. Perhaps this is why I have few friends? Anyway, now they piss me off even more. Why is it that when somebody asks the time they point at their wrist. I know where my watch is, where the fuck is theirs? I don't point at my crotch when I'm asking someone where the toilet is! Grrr, people!

So I might've had a stroke. Yesterday my head was killing me, today I have two numb fingers on my left hand. Can't feel them whatsoever. It might not have been a stroke, but something is not as it should be. Less than two weeks away from my 22nd birthday and my body is jacking in!

That's all for now.