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Great man once defined becoming a man as; when everybody else is being a bellend, doing the opposite and not caring what they think. Loose everything and not bitch about it to everybody in sight. Don't lie about or hate anybody and being able to run for an entire minute. Doing all those things however would also make you king of the Earth and we all know that position doesn't exist therefore, in conclusion, real men no longer exist.

Today was quite weird, as all my days are. It started off with the newly formed spectator sport of watching my mum scrape ice off the car windows. I have also realised my penis is pretty much the most talked about penis possibly in the world. Ever. It must come up in conversation at least 3 times everyday. I shall not complain however because me and him pretty much love all the attention. I need a haircut, it's getting shocking now.

I don't get why some people that I have never really spoken a word to in my life have already decided that they don't like me at all. To be honest I don't really mind people not liking me that's understandable, but don't dislike me when you don't even know me, that's just not fucking cool. 

I visited a postcard factory the other day. It was alright. Nothing to write home about.

Back to another day in fucking paradise.