i'm a loser baby, so why dont you kill me
[09 November, 2004 typed at 8:25 p.m.]

so once again, when i should've written this a couple of nights ago, i wait, until a later, none better time then now, two days later, when all is gone

vaughan mills night before last, nice night, nice place
walking past a place where a studly pre-pubescent noodle-haired justin timberlake is standing, checking out girls as they walk in...to which the missus says "what a loser"

to which i reply "well at least he has a job"...meaning if he is a loser, then what am i? i have no job....
i gavin brice must be a loser, i live here and have no job, i have no money and im living off my girlfriend, what the fuck does that make me?
im just a loser, but worse, what's worse then a loser?
oooh thats a gavin

came over here thinking that all would be fine, but what did i come to? (aus) friends that call me on the phone to redicule me, with no money, and no chance of getting a job...oh yeah thats right, friends in australia i lied to you, i never had a job at the golf course, yeah, because of your constant questioning, and how often i fuck up down there, what better to be made fun of, then moving here to not have a job or prospects...

never had a job in my life, yeah thats me, the fucking loser, in some ways im like paris hilton, she's never had a job.....she's...i've...and thats all the ways im like her,
so, let's stop being a loser - dont be surprised if you dont see me online too much anymore, apparently im on the computer too much
(i'm sure this will blow over by next entry)
so thats it, might not update for a while though

so fuck going online, fuck this template, fuck this diary, fuck being a fucking loser

away + towards