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srijeda, 30.09.2009.

(Sinful) Thoughts On Mormons

So today whilst watching Angels in America, which has a homosexual mormon character, I came to thinking about all the mormons I've seen out and about, badgering people with bibles, their little black name tags wobbling as they ask you if they can talk to you about Christ.They are all so hot, and sexy. Big muscles, masculine features, filling out their shirts nicely, decent american accents (Not the horrid southern or big state accents)... Lush.What is it with them? Is there a mission statement saying they can't be ugly and preach? I wonder if they never stop me in the street because they know I'll talk to them and ask about their beliefs, until eventually I ask them if it's true they wear special underwear... and if I can see it..

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ponedjeljak, 28.09.2009.

Things Wot I Done Go Did Today

Today I caught a bus into central London.On the first bus I had to take someone who vaguely knew my Mother came on the bus. She sat down on the single chair in front of where I was sitting, so that I was facing right at her, and she could turn her head towards me."Ohh 'ello. 'ow aarrr you. Eye kno yooo dun-eye" she began, with that hideous cockney bird voice, like a parrot. "Yes, hello. I'm Phillipas son" (Phillipa because my Grandfather wanted a son... Hence why I have seven aunts and one uncle). I knew who this woman was, she was a huge gossip and very nosey. She starts asking me where I'm going "To see a friend" lie. She asks where that is "Plaistow" lie. "Ooh that's nice" she says, patronising me. What are you doing at the moment, college? "Yes" lie. What are you doing there then? "I'm studying philosophy" lie. "Where do you do that?" and I lie. I lie about everything because I hate the woman, and I know full well anything I say will be repeated to someone else. To confirm my feelings about her she erupts into:"Kim and Olivier have moved, haven't they?" Olivier being a girl I was friends with when I was in nursery school, she was probably my first friend. Kim was her Mother and my own Mother fell out with her big time because she used her and sponged off of her, then one day came around asking for money for an abortion, which my Mother gave to Kim and then cut her from her life. From the 1980's until they moved this year they had our grotty old second hand curtains in their windows and they never once washed them. We figured out she had moved a while ago on our own because the grotty curtains were gone... It's probably in the windows their new house. So this nosey woman continues "I think they've moved to Lakeside... I never much liked them. That Olivier..." She then babbles on and asks me about my Mother, and then tells me about her fascinating dinner lady job, and how she volunteers at the hospital. She tells me about the hospital thing and goes into a perverse description of a child who has had a stroke. She might have well said "Hes so fucking retarded, little vegetable boy, shits all over the place, I 'av taa wipe 'is arse I do".Thankfully she then gets off the bus, probably to tell someone what a fat faggoty poofta I've become.

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subota, 26.09.2009.

Best Idea Ever!

Okay, picture this:Little Shop of Horrors - SING-ALONG! .. Little shop, little shop of horrors, bop-she-bop, you'll never stop the terror. Little shop, little shop of horrors Oh oh oh oooooh..Okay, so maybe I do spend too much time alone...

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četvrtak, 24.09.2009.

Tsk

Pitambara just called to tell me the programs at the Temple this weekend will be canceled because of his illness and everyones lack of interest.There is football on at the moment so the streets are full of football hooligans, which means transport is no use and doing something local is not an option.I'm a bit fucked for something to do, really.

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ponedjeljak, 21.09.2009.

I Am Such A Dunce

Today I went shopping to buy myself some new clothes. I know I shouldn't have, bill and all, but I used the money in my bank account to buy the clothes, so the 50 in my wallet wasn't touched... Ahahaa.. I'm so going to die poor and in debt.Anyway, I walked to the highstreet rather than catch a bus (See, saving money, so don't start!) and on the way I just happened to walk smack right into a tree branch.Naturally I bent down slightly in pain and grasped my head. But I had forgotten to stop walking and walked into the twigy bit of the very branch that just bonked me, the result being I have bashed my head and now scratched up my neck and face. Such a dunce, tsk.And it was daylight too!So I ended up going to the highstreet in pain, but despite this I brought a top. When I got home I tried it on and went down stairs to show my parental, and she pointed out that it had a great big dirty rip down it! So back I trudged in the cold to the shop to exchange it for another one without a rip. Then I come back home with two shopping bags, one contained the exchanged top, and the other contained another top, twice the price of the other! Hahaha. I'm useless at saving.I do have some uses though, today I also baked two bran cakes with chocolate chips, raisins, and nuts inside for when I go to the Temple on Saturday. It's Srilla Prabhupada's thingy day. Maybe he died, maybe he was born, he did something though... I've decided I'm going to go to the Saturday program and skip Sunday's because it's much shorter tomorrow and I can't afford to be spending 6 travel costs this weekend just to go to both programs. I'm not even a devotee anymore.That's all really. I don't lead a very exciting life, but at least I updated for once :PReading this post it's like a conversation my Mother would have with one of her Chav childminding friends... Dear lord, it's not just women who eventually become their Mothers!

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subota, 19.09.2009.

Neo-Nazi Cash Shortage HORROR

Apparently I have run up a 160-something phone bill. Joy.Ive managed to stash away 50 from the greedy money demanding tentacles of my parental unit, which shall be my social-life fund. Luckily I dont have much of a social life, so it should last a while and pay for travel costs and such. Ironically once again I will be living as a monk, though there is nothing spiritual in this poverty, I assure you.I highly support the idea of some sort of Aid Package containing new books, Dr Pepper and odds and ends being sent ASAP. :POh yes, on Monday I had my head shaved. People keep touching my scalp without invitation; soon Im sure I will end up biting the next hand that does it. I look a bit like a neo-nazi.

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petak, 11.09.2009.

Music Piss

If I hear the Arctic blooming monkeys one more time I will pogo whoever is playing it to death.... But saying that, they are rather good aren't they... or at least this one song is. Does anyone know what the other songs they have sound like? No. Shh be silent, you'll upset those people with an iPod up their crack..."Arctic monkeys are the new babyshambles. WOOOO!"

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srijeda, 09.09.2009.

Religion Is Bunk

Im finished with the Hare Krishnas. I dont want anything to do with Krishna Consciousness ever again. I have no intention to explaining myself. Besides, when I tried to write down my reasons it came across to me as rather insulting to the devotees and though I intend to never be a servant or devotee to anything or anyone ever again and live a perfectly selfish and pleasurable life forever more, I do not intend to be spiteful, cruel or inconsiderate of others in the process of it all. Ive taken the Kanti-Mala from my neck, soon Ill shave off my Sika and give all my paraphernalia and props to the Temple.I am never an Atheist, before you get that into your heads. Its still the same old tune, but different scenery.

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ponedjeljak, 07.09.2009.

When I Am Dead, This Website Will Be All That Remains Of My Existance

http://www.insidemybag.com/2005/10/britannias_bour.htmlGuess which one is mine.

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subota, 05.09.2009.

Back Home.

I came back home this morning from staying at the Temple since Friday. I got sick, and some very messed up things happened, so I had quite enough of the Brahmachari experience.I said I'll come and help out on Wednesdays and Sundays, but I'm not going to tonight, as I said before, I feel ill. I'll maybe go into details about it in a friends-only entry later on. It wasn't a bad experience, I'm not left with any negativity from it at all. At least I tried it out. I'm very much enjoying the comfort of being back home again.

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srijeda, 02.09.2009.

12th of October - The Birth of Aleister Crowley - Crowleymas

Yet by-and-by I hope to weaveA song of Anti-Christmas EveAnd First- and Second-Beast-er Day.There's one who loves me dearly (Vrai!)Who yet believes me sprung from Tophet,Either the Beast or the False Prophet;And by all sorts of monkey tricksAdds up my name to Six Six Six...Ho! I adopt the number. LookAt the quaint wrapper of this book!I will deserve it if I can:It is the number of a Man.From his 'The Winged Beetle' written in 1910.I'm not quite sure if this poem is appropriate, but it does have anti-christmas eve in it, which could well be Crowleymas. The poem is also about him and his life, in a way.Either way, it's still a very witty poem, and it still is Crowley's birthday (130-something, I think)

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