can't sleep. can't study.
i don't like to talk about studying.
went to sunset mass today and it was Father Louiseau's 80th birthday as well. a whole lot of priests turned up and it looked really cool that like a dozen or so men in tunics and cassocks, emblazoned with gold and intricate spiritual symbols, were all at one altar. it looked and felt holy. like looking at an assembly of Jedi knights, feeling the concentrated Force that emanates from them. hur hur so fun. actually, being a priest is quite an admirable job. i mean, you live on nothing but God's love and word alone. your dreams, ambitions, ever action, every motive has to be focused on Him and on serving Him. fuck man so hard.
fuck, i meant: "fuck man, (emphasis on the comma) so hard."
hard gay.
what the fuck is that anyway? a toned, lean homosexual? a great degree of homosexuality in an individual? kind of like a hardcore gay?
ok fuck, all this talk about gays and priests together in the same post is too wrong and inappropriate.
WORLD CUP. why England so lousy. they tyco tyco score one (cheebye nice) David Beckham goal and get through. they simply can't win the World Cup this time. You know who'll win? either Argentina or Spain. the former because of their dazzling skills and the latter because of their dazzling skills AND their fucking handsome fellas. it's like you win the lottery if you are born of Spanish parents. like you strike Toto when you find out you got Spanish blood. "Yay! i'm going to be fucking handsome when i grow up!"
i want to be Matthew Bellamy. i want his genius mind.
i need a babe.
i need a hot babe like this:
FUCKING DISCONTINUED?! WHY WHY WHY
my plug in baby
crucifies my enemies
when i'm tired of giving
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