'I feel so miserable without you, it’s almost like having you here'

PROLOGUE
Goose's partay end:Romeo wraps his festy arms around N...
Jugs's partay day after: Romeo and N pash in back seat of car
sometime l8er: Romeo and N agree to 'see each other'
Some more time goes by: Awkward conversations, and pash fests...
Current status: Romeo appears to be dead, or in a state of total ignorance, continues to be utterly rude and N sits and waits in total confusion!
THE LETTER: attempt I
Dear Romeo,
FUK U!
*bitch slap*
N
THE LETTER: attempt II
Dear Romeo,
Wuld lyk to be totally rational about the current situation. Although the proposition may be highly attractive, cutting of ur penis and feeding it to the centipedes wud fail to deal with the real issue at heart.
Honestly cannot fully comprehend who gav u permission to b a crotch stained schmuk!!! Am not ur personal ass clown, am individual with feelings. How dare u treat me lyk I'm some pathetic, depserate skank who has nothing better to do than to please u.
We had an agreement, and i made it V clear, that if u were uncomfortable in a relationship then to communicate it across to me. Unfortunately u chose silence! AND, silence FYI resulted in me being outrageiously angry...!!! Am not gona waste my lyf with a turd burglar such as urself...one who has no faith in nething...am not one of ur little numbnutty fake whores...
secondly wot type of fukd up cum guzzler r u to think that u can just go around being rude to me...i dun't care hw tired u are...even if the mafia were holding u hostage in cell in south france, i dunt need u to be rude to me...am ur girlfriend...am N...no one fukin speaks to me lyk that...!
U are a good-for-nothing, ass smelling jerk...nd i hope a magpie poops on ur face today...!
U don't deserve me....wot u need is a boneheaded slutfaced bitch...atleast she won't fukin care whether ur dead or alive cuz she'll b too busy doin another tool...just lyk ur ex yeh?...
N
EPILOGUE
'Until this moment, I never understood how hard it was to lose something you never had.'

xoxo
N

Goose's PARTAY

Believe it or not BUT, N was lucky enough to be invited to Goose's partay...although it feels lyk one is attending the golden globes in reality the event is a gross garage partay set in the streets of rapetown where no doubt there will be blaring music, overflowing alcohol, rowdy, immature, unfamiliar guests and way too many awkward silences for I, N. Am pretty confident 'isolation' is going to be my best friend tonight, then again am not even sure whether i can properly create any sort of conversation with 'isolation' either. AM A TOTAL LOOSER...!!!
Have created a cunning plan to drag Jugs along with me, so the level of discomfort will hopefulli be reduced from 'crazytown' to 'wow thats sad.' However this means living through her endless egotistical tantrums and successfully doing her infinite favours...after last friday i'm pretty sure that I can live with this...so am less worried than usual...
Am fearing meeting Romeo tonight...besides my usual conversational disasters with him am concerned that something out of the ordinary that only N culd do may occur. Maybe i may accidentakky set fire to his wee wee during a moment of pure hatred. The thing is, he broke my heart, ripped it into little pieces and slowly fed each bit to a pig...so the chances of this occuring is most probably high.
Then again if one is unable to complete this act of violence will quite happily set fire to Nasty Nos. I don't believe repulsion and destation are superior enough to describe the amount of digust i feel wen i see him. Usually my eyes start watering and i start splurting puke on individuals around me. Despite the impressiveness of this event his presence almost stopped me from attending, so meeting him tonight shoud be interesting. Shall take 15 dollars to repay him for the horrible night i expereinced a few weeks ago wen i went out with him. Will be difficult as he is so loved by the futile sluts and faggots attending this event.
Only thing that gives peace to my mind, and also maybe quite a bit of excitement is the fact that M, MAY be attending. However this circumstance may not be that pleasant, as I may once again make a fool out of myself in front of him. This may include something along the lines of throwing dung into his girlfriends mouth and pushing a porcupine into her arsehole. It may cause quite a lot of outrage, but then again that's the reason i've been invited.
Besides the fact that the Deep Sea Dragon already hates me, today will contribute towards worsening his outlook towards me. Returning home at an obsence hour...midnight (gosh how shameful) will make him probably enter into a pyscho convulsion and today will most probably result with me sleeping outside.
Really looking forward to 2nite...must pik out dres...so shall dash...
xoxo
N

Her Face is oily...Something ain't right!

According to my calculations, there really is not much time to document my life's past happenings. I have to pick up the juvenile delinquent from the tram stop, he has finished schooling...how inconvenient, he really doesn't appreciate my assistance in nething at all!!!..
Henywais feel so totalli sore...will explain l8er...
xoxo
N

Obsesion

M's last visit to MySpace:
2 Aug 08
Okai so maib i hav a teeny weeny obsession...look on the bright side though...the more he continues to ignore me lyk this the faster i'll recover nd get over him...

Miss Supreme Unpopulaire

Things accomplished today:
zilch
Total money spent today on crap:
70 dollars.
State of underarm:
freshly shaved nd v smelly...*apologies*
Such an utterli interesting life I lead. Hopefully 2moro shuld b least bit xcitin. I'ts the annual E-fesitival. I usually MC the event. Wonder hw much longer they r gona put up with an emotionless completely uninventive and non-impov MC. Pretty certain i'm going to do something highli dorkish...that'll hopefulli bring an end to my pathetic career as an MC. I guess once I'm droped it wuld b sort of heartbreakin...it alwais is...lyk wen i was replaced by Rabbies for Vile's band...TRUTH...i still wish he'd cal me sumtime nd ask me to come bak bcuz Rabbies is just so horrible nd completli ruinin everithin...REALITI...Rabbies is so outstanding that ppl wuld pay gazilions to buy her voice off the blak market...nd i'd neva be able to out do her in nething remotely conected to performing...but still the idea rests at the back of my mind...similar to the belief that i resemble beyonce wen i dance nd all the boys wanna eat me....usuali in fact i resemble meatloaf tryin to master booty shakin nd the boys stare bcuz they r frightened at the sight....M was very kind though to atleast spend a few secs dancin with me...the reasons i've established to y he wuld pull away r as follows:
-the smelly of musty body odour lingering towards him from armpits of I nd also feet caused him to nearli loose conciousness so he had to save himself b4 death abruptli struk...(completeli understnd)
-he has a supersexc, anorexic, pamela anderson boobed, miranda kerr faced curry gf at home waitin to lik him....i loose once again!!!
-he culdn't c in the dark who he was dancin wit...thought i was Facist Forkbrain or Jugs nd had to pul away afta he realised it was reali I...La Frankenstein...
-was drunk off his face...didn't realli care whether he was dancin wit a poo or engaging in beastiality...
These r all quite probable...i'l neva no though...i'll neva c him eva again...nd i'll definateli neva talk to him...quite depressing...yet...thats lyf...i'm sure i'll find another guy that doesn't giv a crap whether i'm dead or alive...very reassurin..
Newais must dash...shud type up speech for 2moro...must make sum gramatical adjustments to ensure that i dunt sound totalli incapable of speakin english...
xoxo
N
ps: left a msg on Rubharbs's space afta he added me...lets c if he has the brains to com up with a reply to totalli avoid me for lyf...or maib he just won't reply...this is the most likeli outcome...my facebook wall has nuthin on it except a comment frm Sauce fat in lyk the 1800's wen she needed to use me for sumthing...

First Blog

Life Of N dedicated to M....~
xoxo
N