Hey All, Best Read This First:
Greetings and a warm welcome to my blog.
First things first
This blog contains words and references offensive to those who never made it through the maturation process.
The intellectually and psychologically impaired will find nothing here to enjoy.
If this applies to you, dear reader, you're welcome, and strongly encouraged to leave now. No hard feelings on my part.
I'm trying to make this clear to the 'boo hoo brigade". If you CANNOT grasp this simple concept. This page is NOT FOR YOU
REPEAT: WARNING: BLACK IRONY. NASTY SELF PISS TAKING HUMOUR. FUCK OFF NOW IF YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THIS. I WON'T MIND. EVER.
*PS: I'm pro Palestinian, pro animal rights in a way that pisses many people off. You should consider fucking off now if you object to this kind of thing.
PS This blog is not really fit for human consumption, it's best read as it was written, drunk on vodka or otherwise high as a kite...Enjoy...
For Some Reason I Can't Explain, I Know St Peter Won't Call My Name...
I hope life's been as good as it ever gets for all of you. I'm annoyed I didn't blog anything for Christmas. It often crossed my mind but Hey Ho, I was busy as all fuck.
2010 ended brilliantly for me. I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful finish to a uh "mixed year". Some great things happened. Some really shit things happened. But all up, the scales finally swung into balance. Spectacularly so. Yee hay.
I didn't bother making New Year's Resolutions. Did you? Cos I'm a vegan (with the exception of free range eggs), my shit doesn't stink anyway. What the fuck do I need to resolve to do? Nothing. Pure as the driven snow.
While I'm on the subject of blogging, all blogging is a dull excercise in vainglorious bullshit. Saying it's for charity, cutsie poo blah blah blah nonsense doesn't make it any less of an excercise in nauseating excreta. My blog's no exception.
Um, well, what to tell you? My cunt of an uncle's coming to stay next week. I don't even like being in the same room as the filthy piece of shit. He's the kind of person though, if you deny him anything, he puts the worst complexion on it, draws the nastiest conclusions, and then spreads them to all and sundry. Gosh that character trait reminds me of people I used to tweet with. Anyway... as aforestated, he's simply, a cunt.
Normally I'd just go (for his privacy I'll simply call him Uncle Cunt) "Sorry Unky Cunt, I'm ah, watching an elephant fuck a pig next week, you can't stay. Sorry dude. You're out of luck. Kthnxby"
But I'm leaving the UK soon, and as I'd rather cut my throat than ever return here, it really doesn't matter if Uncle Cunt stays a few days, I'll never see him again. I don't even like being in the same room as the sleazy prick. My partner, with whom I signed a "Civil Partnership" in the late afternoon of the 24th of Dec last year is a pretty imposing 194 cm of pure muscle, gorgeous Teutonic specimen. Uncle Cunt (who lacks all physical courage) won't fuck with either of us.
Well, Kiddies. I didn't want to bang on ad nauseum. So I'll keep it short, (if not quite sweet) and wish you all the very best for the year ahead. I've been lucky beyond words. Finally I'm drug free.
My past is very different to most peoples', it's not something I wanted the world knowing about, neither in social media nor in private life, but for a few diff reasons, I no longer care. Fuck everyone. I'm happy. The first 18 years of my life were pure hell, the ones after that (I'm 23 now) wern't that easy either; just less desperate.
Cheers n Luv
Belladonna (Fudge is my Cat. I composed this post, not my cat)
Posted by Belladonna at 4:36 PM