A Visa and A hick from Loserville.

Gosh, I'm feeling ecs-bloody-tactic Fan-bloody-Tastic today!

I just collected my Visa! To Australia! It's been approved!

Take THAT, Aussie embassy visa-bitch!
Take THAT, Aussie embassy asshole guard who enjoyed seeing me suffer!
Take THAT, Mahi- Haters out there!

You know, i was shitting myself, thinking about the administrative hassle i'd have to go thru again, had i been rejected..(hee hee, but i wasn't!)
On my way to the embassy I event sent God a little message...I said "Hey God..Plsplsplspls let me get this, if I do, I promise I'll blog about you..."

I hope this counts.
=S

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Anyway! Let me tell you guys about something really sad..

Here's some friendly advice..if you're not the most popular kid around the block, please don't go around blogging about how people are just tripping over themselves to meet up with you, have coffee with you, dying to bed you (ok the last one's an exaggeration but still...you never know..there's a weirdo born every minute)

Why?
I'll tell you why.

Because, sooner or later, someone like me, is BOUND to come across your sorry excuse for a blog, and then blog about what a loser you are.

Now before some of you, who seem to fit the above description, start getting your panties in a twist...let me just say that this isn't a general sweeping statement thing, this is more directed towards one particular loser i know (Purely by association, darlings..catch me rubbing shoulders with the unglam and the fugly!)

So this guy- X, is fugly and unglam.
In every sense of the word.
People only meet him to pass him stuff, collect stuff or get him to do stuff for them.
You know the type..

Plus he's not a nice person. A bit of a perv actually.

So anyway, my good friend, chanced upon X's blog (yes, i know the address..and no, i cant put it up coz well..u know the politics in society..ill probably end up burning a 1000 bridges), where X gave delightful little anecdotes ( and when i say 'delightful' i actually mean 'monotonous', 'pain-inducing' and 'get-outta-here!!') about how people were just tripping over themselves to meet up with him, have coffee with him, dying to bed him.

[I'm not kidding about the 'dying-to-bed-him' bit! He really made it sound like my good friend met up with him, for the SOLE purpose of seducing him, when in fact she just had to pass him stuff.]


He just conveniently missed out the bits where people met up with him because there was some sorta trade going on.
Guess who's trying to be a man's man, woman's man, man-about-town?

Ha!

I can't stand people like him.
Why waste time talking about what a stud (NOT!) you are, when you can use that valuable time to ACTUALLY try and make yourself more endearing to people?

Good luck with that, yea.


Really.