goddamnit...

i just put down a 7 and realised i already had a 7 on that line. so i backtracked and found that all of my 7's appeared to be wrong. in fact, the more i backtrack the more mistakes i find. i eventually realise that it had all started because i had put a 3 next to another 3 in the same box.
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goddamn sudoku's...

you, you, you, vampire...

i have these two acne spots about my right eyebrow that looks like a vampire bite. don't those fools know what a neck looks like?

stupid, goddamn..

motherfuckin bastards. how dare they? how could they? what were they thinking? how could they possibly conceive? what could they possibly have hoped to have achieved? when were they hoping to finish it? couldn't they have waited? couldn't they have thought about it? why didn't they stop and think? why didn't they stop?

pick up sticks

every time i pick up a pen it reminds me of the last time i picked up a pen. then i recall the last thing i wrote. it makes me laugh. my laugh reminds me that life is too short to waste. i throw the pen in the wastepaper basket as the ink is running out of the end of the pen. which then reminds me that i have to go and take a bog. as i'm sitting there reading the newspaper, i hear a strange noise. it's the text message alert on my mobile phone. i finish my business and go out to make myself some lunch. what did i have for lunch yesterday i think, so i won't have the same thing today. can't remember so it doesn't really matter as i slap the steak on the griller. some garlic will keep the wolves at bay. i shield the sun from my eyes so that i can see the dark. which of course is necessary to see the light. and then i remember the text message - its bad news.

60 seconds

everytimeilookinthemirroriseenothingstartingbackatmeandstarttowonderwheremylifehasgoneandwhetherivemanagedtoflushthewholedamnedthingdownthetoiletandthenistopandrealisethatimnotlookinginthemirrorimlookingoutthefrontdoor. hmh?