And that's the closest to Twitter that I'm going to get =p

Heh, come now, full stops are cheating....Fishy Fishy Fishy! =p

Cheetahs are cheating. And covered in fullstops!

......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................nuh-uh...

*joins all of the dots on your side*


Ooh, look! It's a bunny!

hehehe LOL, and it's going "RAWR!" =3

The other side is a My Little Pony =p

What the fuck man >.<

Can you rephrase your question in the form of a question? =p

"What the fuck?!" Is a question =p


My journals/rants are historically FAR too long. So I was challenged to write a short one for a change. Used a 160 character SMS length (but added whitespace, I know) to keep it brief.

Still I don't really know what's happening, it's just Herp a derp; read between the lines. And I put the fail into fail cats with that sort of thing

Ahh, sorry.

I'll make it slightly longer, but not 16 pages like usual ;)


Still alive. It has been 3 months since my last journal, thought I'd better clarify that I still exist.


Hate this house. Dealing with renovating the house is horrid. Not only do I have to face it on a daily basis, which fills me with dread and emotional memories, but I also have to work my scaly arse off to get it ready for sale. With my back, sanding and painting isn't fun. 2 hours work = 1 week of continual pain.

And just as a sweetener, I get to pay the whole mortgage payment and the cost of all of the renovations, and all of the work - and my ex gets half of the profit with no effort. Fun =p


Want it sold. Want to move. Miss my cheetah. These are all pretty linked - I want the house sold so I don't have to deal with it again. I'm stuck with the mortgage repayments on my own, and obviously I can't afford to pay the mortgage on a 4-bedroom house and rent a house over Melbourne-way.

So I'm pretty stuck. I can't move and I miss Nyte. He was here from October through to February (except less than a fortnight over Christmas), so we got to live together for a while before being relegated to the long-distance shit again.


*** Joke disclaimer - in case any law enforcement are reading, this is a joke! *** I almost wish that the place would just spontaneously combust so I can be rid of it. (After the amount of work I've put into it though, that'd be fucking heartbreaking! Not to mention, insurance would never pay what it'll sell for.)

Damn, still too long!

no way <3

Well, I still want to try and keep them shorter than novel-length, unlike some of my older ones


Ones like this are simply too long.

tl;dr ;p

Exactly


Was my recent one a better length? Was worried about being too detailed again.

Of course, this'll probably all end in a month and I'll be back to novel-length journals again

Yaaay, tbh; I didn't read that other one because I was tired, though I always love hearing from you man, my msn is on my home page if you get a chance to use it i'd love to hear from you

Peace, Fima

Heh, it's old shit anyway. I wasn't suggesting you read it, was showing you that I crap on too much.


I was sure I had your new account on my MSN - will have to check. My MSN account has been rather retarded lately and has decided to purge the majority of my contacts again. I'm down to about 20, it seems. Last time it shit itself, it dropped from somewhere over 100 to 47. Stupid thing.

>.< derp