Urg

OK, OK, OK, I haven't updated in, well, ages.

Can't be helped, you know. A series of computer bans and hand burns. Nothing major though, with the possibility of the roundabout. That was an accident. I was playing with a cigarette. But chain-smoking CHAVs used to hang out on there in the small hours of the morning, so they got blamed and natural justice has been served.

Johnny's not talking to me. Cat the Brat 'mentioned' that I might just be pyromaniac. Cat also has the joy of having no educational supplies since I did my old trick of setting fire to the contents of her locker (and my lastest set of burns dressings). But Johnny doesn't want the dubios pleasure of being friends with the 'crazy gril'. Just like all my other friends. In addition, I have no money. Because I have to pay for Cat's new books, papers ect.

I hate my life, and humanity in general. I'm typing this on a laptop in the garage connected to the router by a long cable. I'm not allowed to watch the fireworks this year. Ah, well, I'm sure I can make soem of my own. Cables, batteries, flammable liquids... I'm in heaven.