So Boinng is back in orbit and all is well with the world. I'm glad it's all back I kinda missed visiting and checking up on discussions and the like. Still now it's back I'm looking forward to many more years of Boinng

Why England fans in general are a disgrace. I was watching the United V Arsenal game and I saw things on the pitch which were disgraceful and heard things shouted in the pub that followed suit.

For once in my life I'm ashamed to be a fan of my club.. maybe we should just stop posting results/showing games/having a league altogether in this country. I feel ashamed to wear the shirt of the club I've supported from birth. Not because we played badly or lost a game just because I don't think I'm worth it.

Edited on 21/09/2003

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.

******** Linkin Park - Easier To Run ********

It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I've kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years they've played

If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I would

It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers

The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns

As Dave approached the kitchen he took note of what time it was, 11:45am, 'too early' he thought. Since Dave worked from home as a web designer he would wake up around 1pm and work till about 10pm. The extra hour he'd missed out on this morning made him a little more irritable than he already was. He also took note that Amie would be arriving around 12:30 so he had some work to do to clean the house just a little bit.

He put some toast one and poured himself so cereal, Cheerios this morning, infact the same as every morning. The toast popped up and Dave went over and applied the butter. It's at this point he heard a knock at the door. He wasn't expecting anyone but Amie and she wasn't known to be early. Grabbing a slice he ran for the door. Just as he approached the door he hit his knee on a small table beside the stairs. Now normally this wouldn't have troubled Dave but he couldn't remember owning, let alone positioning the table that he just crashed into. Putting that to the back of his mind Dave opened the door; it was, infact Amie.

He woke up abruptly. All he could remember was drinking too much vodka; a usual occurance for our hero, Dave. The light was streaming in from inbetween the vanishan blinds. His eyes began to open slowly. Low grumbles emerged from the pillow, he was displeased that it was sunny outside; it made his head ache.

After a while of grumbling and trying to hide under the pillow, he decided to get up. In a quite lethargic manner, Dave clambered out of bed, or rather fell out. A large thud accompanied this event although with no-one around to complain about it, he gathered himself and stood up. Looking around he could see the consequences of the previous nights adventures. Clothes were strewn on the floor; plates of various foods laid unwashed it was quite drastic. To anyone else, these conditions were quite unhospitable but to Dave this was acceptable. Ever since his girlfriend Amie left him, he never quite got the hang of keeping things clean and tidy.

Well I'd thought I'd make a quick entry into this lovely new journal (lot better than the old one Tim ) Anywho, still got lots of Computing to do but I've sussed out what's gotta be done by when and I'm hoping to stick to it. Shouldn't be too hard to do.

Fluffles.com is coming along well tho I'm not to happy with how it looks, I don't know why since how it looks was based on what I drew.. hmm I'm sure I'll sort it out at some point. Forum is working now too which is always good.

Finally (since this ain't gonna be a long post) Fifa 2002 is annoying me 'cos I rule at amateur but as soon as I go Pro I get 0wned... not fair!

Take care y'all

September 22, 2001 - 11:46
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August 4, 2001 - 09:32
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June 5, 2001 - 15:04
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Easier:

Live Journal

Sorry Tim I do like this you got here but I like that more than this

May 29, 2001 - 12:28
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Well after yesterdays wonderful pece of poetry I thought I might as well just write something non-poemy. I hope you liked the poem btw, it's my all time favourite, just kinda nice to read.