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.
What i’m saying is that I like reading other peoples diaries.
Infact rummaging though other people stuff.
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.
Here I go…