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My mum and dad split up when i was 6 years old. Now, many people blame their fat-ness or depression on things like parent splitting up, but to be honest i didnt see it as a problem. My parents still got on with each other, they just drifted apart.

But i dont know wether or not that has meant the relationship with my father never realy developed properly. (i only saw him at weekends, and then only when he was waking me up, giving me food or taking me home) He was always there for me, and made sure i did right instead of wrong, but there seemed to be something lacking in his fatherhood that i think is starting to show through now.

I feel really uncomfortable/un-noticed sometimes when i go round to his house, i feel like he has no faith or doesnt really trust me to do the things i say im gonna do. And its like hes not even realy that bothered about the things i say – im very good at analysing people (not good at spelling tho) and i can tell that the things i talk about dont even sink in – he just nods and then gets distracted and pays his attention to someone or something else.

Now, there is nothing wrong with him taking the grandad role with his new family, as he does it really well.. I just feel that if i had a son that he’d be the most important thing in my life..
Its probably all my fault, i have been so useless with money, and as i was kicked out at 18 ive had to learn from my own mistakes for years and years. And i bet they are starting to get pissed off bailing me out. That go’s for my mum too. I darent ever ask my mum or dad for a bit of money, even just £10 – as they have bailed me out hundreds of times, and its always about money.

Even now, i sit here – £17 to my name PANICING as i have no idea how i am going to make it through this weekend, but i wont ask anyone for help cos im scared they’ll go mad.

I cant wait for the day where im older, and money just isnt the first problem that crops up in every situation i encounter. I dont want to be rich, honestly, i just want to not have to worry about money.

I guess im just being a mardy little attention seeking bitch. But its how i feel.

Text talk is one of the most hated things i come across on forums, and in chatrooms etc. most people hate it, some people swear by it – and some people just dont see what the big fuss is all about!

I guess text talk came from early mobile phones, as it was an easy way to say what you wanted quickly, and keeping it all in one message. But thanks to the advances in technology (t9 dictionaries) and the advances in the operating system functionality, text talk should be a long and forgotten memory.

So why doesnt it just die?

I see more and more people coming onto the websites that i either own or co-run, and writing in TXT TLK. A few years ago, id of let them get away with it. Now i see it as simply being lazy. The worst part about it all is that 9 times out of 10, the TXT TLK word is the same length, or requires the same amount of effort to create – so its not even saving you any time?

I think the problem lies with fashion. In schools and colleges people make chavvy “websites” that pollute the internet with animated gif’s, backgrounds that make your eyes bleed and fucking text talk AlL lYk dIS So tHaT aLl dA tXT is iN dIfRNt SizES aN sHT.

Well this is me teling you now, PACK THE FUCK UP YOU ILLITERATE BASTARDS!

Stop absorbing retarded-ness-ness from twats such as Kwik Fit and Hula Hoops (their slogan – in a hole world of their own – or something equally stupid) And start paying attention at school.

Writing like a mongol is not cool, it makes you look like a fucking twat, and makes my life that little bit harder!

/Rant over 🙂

First things first, saturday came round, and we had to lower gemmas car. I lowered the rears, then scott came along and did the fronts. We had it done and lowered for about 3:00pm.

Saturday night me and Gem had a night in, we’ve been having a few recently and they have been great. She gave me a full body massage, including a head massage. Ahh it was great.

Sunday was a great day too, we went to watch the rally!

Then whilst we were waiting we got covered in mud by someone who took the corner wrong!

Scott and Jody discussed the theory of reletivity.

On the way back, Gemma fell asleep! 😛

When i got home i took pics of my new (toy) car!

And then this morning, my laptop charger got fixed (replacement STILL didnt fit) got my money thru from bank (more on that tomorrow) and i got my new inserts for my bumper!

It was a great weekend, i spent time with the most important person in my life, and i had fun watching cars go really fast!

Bingo bango!

Im sure that everybody has heard the term “smack head” “bag head” “smack rat” or simply “Heroin Addict” but i really dont think that people realise the extent of the heroin problem in their town.

Take mansfield for example, more often that not if your walking through the Bus station, or the town center and someone will come up to you and ask for “20p for their bus fair” or “£1 to use the pay phone”. These people are what we like to call “The scum of the earth”.

The other day dave and myself were walking into our office, and we past a bit of a wall that has obviously been used to hide behind whilst one of the degenerates pinned up. We looked to the floor, and saw a burnt spoon. The burnt spoon is used to heat up the heroin so it turns to a liquid, then they suck it up in the syringe (look top left of picture) and inject it into their veins. Its a disgusting drug, its a drug that is so addictive the user will go out and steal so they can have some more. it destroys the mind, body and soul. And once a smack head, always a smack head. This is why its the odd one out. No other drug (ok, maybe crack) makes you go out and STEAL for your habit.

I think i need to go down and say something to the council, its disgusting, and that picture was taken RIGHT next to a main road. What happens if a child falls over and pricks themself on the needle? What happens is a child pics up the spoon and puts it near their mouth? And the worst part about it is, its the THIRD needle we have seen on teh floor near our work since we moved here!

Its a accident waiting to happen, and nearly 3 days later this particular needle and spoon have STILL not been cleaned up.

Ah fuck it, im ringing the council now.