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Look reality is pretty tough stuff, all those terrorist attacks on news. I tried to look for… some bright points with these so called Islamic States people. That’s bit of a struggle, you know, at the beginning I was watching them, I go “Oh, come on! You scalps, stop it now.” But but... they don’t even taking weekends. Yeah? Somebody need to tell these people they are seriously interrupting brunches for a lot of us.

I found all the news are very hard to follow. I’m not gonna talking about news in Edinburgh. Cause I don't know it to be honest. But from what I remember while I was there, when I was a fake Scottish before I betrayed by leaving and came here. The news were always things like "We are building a bridge, but we don't have any river to build it over, so it has been canceled, and we’re not going into work anymore.” all that kind of thing. International news is far more dramatic with the proud norseman's sentiment.

I’m not gonna talking about Scottish news, cause I don't know about it to be honest. But from what I do remember while I was here, when I was still a Semi-Scottish before I betrayed by leaving. The news were always things like "We are building a bridge, but we don't have any river, to build it over, so it has been canceled, and we are not going to work anymore... that kind of thing.

Once you over the age of 30, you end up watching these news programs, you know, the ABC, BBC, or whatever it is on there. Cause there's no any other TV going to make you that bored and angry at the same time. You go "Oh Trump! It's him again! I hate him, he comes out, every time, he comes out… he comes out... I hate... em... please make him go away."

We're all been judged by something, be it god, yourself, or someone else. Maybe you are lucky enough in a relationship then you'll be judged by your partner. So the point is we're all judged by something. Gay or any other 71 gender options on Facebook are all the same to me, cause I was grown up in a conservative environment, so I can't help thinking conservatively. You know whenever I see a young gay guy arguing with a bishop about gay rights, gay marriage. I can't help it but alway tend to agree more with the person who wasn't dressed like a wizard. Cause they felt attached to larger reality somehow. Never had a chance myself choosing your own sex, or to be inspired by 300 year old man dressed in gold, purple, and green, and with incredible beautiful hair.

I don't know, there's too much going on and not enough time to understand. It just fucking carries on. I can't cope anymore with... days. There're too many days. Day is stupid length. Sort of just long enough to get you regret before you've got go for sleep. It's like what a glorious morning when wake up, and by the lunch time you've already fucked up everyone you know. And when it's time to hit the bed yourself you think, I hate my life!