I hate my life. Actual full bodied hate. Every evening my life has become hell. I go to bed unhappy and frowning and it's all because of some bastard called David Rutter. Well he has helped to produce a game that HATES me. Very quickly I'm beginning to hate it back. Fifa 12 I am on about, it has lost all gloss it ever had. Most nights I end up playing a few games of Fifa with Patrick and most evening I end up losing a few games of Fifa to Patrick. It's not that I'm a sore loser, in fact if my recent months and years have taught me anything it's that I should expect to be rubbish because then very occasionally I'll be pleasantly surprised, it's that I hate being cheated by a system. I hate that the game singles me out and leads me to punch my desk and wall. Yes, I take the games very seriously, life or death.
I hate my life. I hate that you'll be reading this and will be becoming progressively more bored. I hate that I've forgotten how to smile. I hate that the more and more I type "I hate" the bleaker my life seems to be. I don't think I could be any more unhappy right now. I guess the only piece of positive news is that Bruce Forsythe has been knighted. Woo.
PS. I feel like Jack Dee being so grumpy, except people like Jack Dee.
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