Hey guys,

I’m just going to read you some of my diary entries. Because that’s something i’d enjoy, if I was you and you were me and did things that weren’t what I did.
So like…
What i’m saying is that I like reading other peoples diaries.
Infact rummaging though other people stuff.
Like basements.
And wardrobes.
Sock drawers (looking for money obviously)
Bookshelves, dvd collections [maybe not].

I still have a password for an ex-girlfriend’s email that I log into sometimes, just because I can.

On that note. I think everyone should change their passwords.
That should be a continuous new-years revolution.
Trust no-one. Seriously.
People are fucked in the head.

Ok.
Here I go…

*recount*