Anyway, so my Kia Sedona was broken into last night. Bitches took my socks, but left my purse. Smarties.

The other day, I was watching that conference that Weev did while high on LSD, and aside from his incoherent spluttering, it did make sense. http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=40904 “We don’t really have to hide out any more and act like we’re not Blackhats… There’s really no way we can get caught.” *Applause*. Flutter.

And, if I’m being honest here, http://ha.ckers.org/ is the most informative shit on the planet right now. If you don’t get any of the last two paragraphs of this - which, let’s be honest, nobody will anyway - I’ll move on.

I’m very happy to say that I did in fact get a rose on V day. Yeah. From Foyles the book store. There really is no better way of shouting HEY, I’M A LOSER. The store clerk said, “We’re doing a promotion. Because you’ve spent over (ridiculous sum of money) on books, you can choose a rose from this vase.” And I welled up a little was completely unmoved and took it, in spite of the goddamn awful pain that came from me not realising they hadn’t de-thorned it. I’ll probably marry a book store some day.

Anyway,

Bye.