No Spaces

Well SWEET JEEBUS! Here I've been for the last two days, without internet access, worrying I've said something stupid whenst drunk about me being in a whorehouse. Not realising, shit half of you have probably been in a whorehouse already. Not even thinking, man, I fucking love the fact I've been in a whorehouse. And realising, jeebus, I didnt even make it half as clear how much I wanted to be with that hot tall blonde whore called Nicole who'd only been in the city a week. In fact, I'm just enjoying saying the word whore. It's a great fun, especially when you have need to say it. Whore. Say it. It feels so....good to say. Whore. Like in referance to actual whores. I guess when you call random girls whores (and you're not having sex with them) it could be bad. Not that I care.

Damn I should asked her out for drinks. Then wooed her and asked her to marry me just so I coulda wrote a book called 'I Married a Czech Whore'.

Jeebus that woulda sold itself.

Anyway I'm writing this post from a work computer. A friends work computer. Nikki's. So there's probably a good chance i'm too drunk to figure out how to drunk delete all this shite and she'll find it. Or else somebody else in work will find it and I'll get the sack, which I wouldn't give a shite about. Anyway, I'm watching Ed Wood again, it's by far Tim Burtons Best Film, it's up there with One Fine Day as far as films you can watch without worrying whats going to happen to the main character.

I highly recommend both films.

Hello Nikki.