Birthdays are those days when you repent ever being born

( Carl Jung)

Mine is 1st July. That, I believe, was yesterday. I got older and heavier what with 30 kgs of cake cream shoved down my throat. I cohabit with cheap rats who didn’t give me any presents except for a 5 year old kazoo. I am a sodding loser for all thats worth so there was no point celebrating anyway.

Off to travel more. Will be away from the internets for a while. Not that any of you out there would fookin care, still it is my job to update you.

Want to gift me stuff or send me belated b’day wishes? nihilistwaffles [at] gmail [dot] com. I prefer weaponry of all sorts, in case you are running short of gift ideas.

Also, I would like to apologize to all those amputee sex googling christians who arrive at this clearinghouse of peccadilloes expecting vespery hymns and are offended by the crap here.  I never intend to be offensive.

Wow! Who the fruitcakes am I kidding? Of course, I am offensive.  And intend to continue with this way of functioning. That’s the mainstay of my business. Remember it. Or, never forget. Whichever is easier for you.