Compulsive
Oooh Im watching penis operations on More4In fact its rather gross. There was a beauty of a gayer who had balls of 22" circumference. He couldnt piss sitting down, let alone standing up and could no longer have penatrative sex. Getting his package out for the camera reminded me that I had to go to Morrisons tomorrow to stock up on canteloupes.
Apparently John Bobbit’s on tomorrow – how fun
Still no job and I don’t care really. You’d think with 7 agencies I’d have it sewn up by now, but at least the flats rented out so thats something I suppose.
I went walking today around Finedon Pocket Park – have you ever been to Finedon?
I sat in the middle of a field on a concrete bridge, watching the sticklebacks swimming in the water below me. Every so often a Midland Mainline train would pass some distance in front, and I could see the traffic on the A14, and still I was in the countryside.
How insignificant how some things seem sometimes.
There comes a point where there are so many things to worry you, that you stop worrying completely. I suppose its like murdering two people and then thinking “bollox to it – i’m going to get a life sentence now whatever happens” and then do in a few more.
At least I’m sort of still smiling I suppose.
Last modified: Tuesday, February 17th, 2026 at 10:08am
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