Ahoy fellow meat carriers! 
I took a poo today. It ran like the wind.




By wind i mean acidic citrus poop. 
Mandarin poo hurts.

Spoo snout.

Rita- "Doo dee doo. I wear wigs yay!"
Me- "Hi Rita."
Rita- "Who?- Oh, hey Paul, hey Adam."
Me- "Ahem."
Rita- "Oliver!? Holy shit! I thought you were a girl."

I felt like wearing black and writing poems after she said that.
Paul, Adam and I went out last night for the beach hop night parade (which was awesome (there were boobies)).
Whilst out we met up with alot of old friends like Alex Pooley, I hadn't seen him for ages and Rita as shown above.

Tonight i might go out and wear emo clothes and go up to the emos and cry on them.

I also got tipsy with Gabe from work, I love that guy, in a non gay way.

Spoo Shout!

Glass fucking hurts.

The maestro is back to terrorize your smelly computer screens with his bad writing skills- FUCK OFF WASP!! Sorry, jeez those wasps are incredibly large and buzzy- AND FUCKING STINGY TOO! Ow. Well the holidays are almost over which is awful, ive got this dreading feeling inside my stomache which may or may not be the 13 pieces of toast i have just eaten for lunch. BUT these holidays the family went for a little trip down to Taupo and then Rotorua, the exciting things I bought though, the truly awesome part of the trip was buying FOUR FREAKING AWESOME CDS! Mesmerise, Steal this Album, Life is Peachy and Discovery. 
Bloody fantastic the lot of them.

Spoo out?

Hello there dear chumps.

Recent events have made me very... resentful of many of the students of our famed school WAS. 
Most of the student there are horrible spiteful little shit bullies that actually ENJOY picking on most of the other students. In fact ALL of the students are festering little piggy banks of hate words. It just matters if your on their side or not.
I will admit that i am one of these foul hate-leeches im just lower down on the hate food chain so i see myself as more picked upon than picking on. 
Jezus Croost! Schools turning me into some internet bitcher talking about others behind there backs. 
Well i guess theres nothing else left to do apart from go on a strangely non sensical ramble about other things.
Im going to try and get all the names of my FEARS! Woof.  
1. Slight Agoraphobia
2. Slight Hydrophobia
3.Androphobia (only some though)
4.WhyDidIDecideToDoThisphobia

GOOD THAI!!

Imagine you see a grown man dancing to a liitle song about chocolate that is ultimately designed for young pre-teens, would you think him insane or would you see his as a great taste in music? I would probably run up to him and hug him because he is my dad, yes, my own father watches Jonti Pickings cartoons.
Lately i have been addicted to crack, crack attack that is, a game based on... tetris perhaps.
Ok. Bullet point time.


... Maybe not. Anyway im truly back how you must weep for my return.

HOW YOU MUST WEEP!!