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Protected: The day with the actual wtf

on Jan 13, 2014

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

The day after the night before

on Jan 8, 2014

So. Yesterday was a bit shit, wasn’t it? I’m trying hard not to panic. It’s not easy, but what does panicking accomplish? FUCK ALL, that’s what. Watching Celebrity Big Brother helps – I can channel my frustration at that smarmy prick from Blue. I’m also teaching myself video editing on the fly, which is keeping me occupied in the evenings. Not sure I mentioned it here (and if I did, there’s only a couple of us and some dust bunnies reading, so no-one can be blamed for forgetting), but Saturday night I stopped putting it off and did my first recording session (please watch/like/subscribe, even if you unsubscribe at a later date – help give my vids a push and make my NY resolution a reality!). I constantly talk to myself when gaming anyway, so it wasn’t hugely different from my typical Saturday night, and it’s been fun teaching...

Protected: The day with the (not very) lolz

on Jan 7, 2014

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

Protected: The day I just can’t catch a break

on Apr 3, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

Protected: The day with the hissing and fizzing

on Mar 18, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

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