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bad wrist, half assed
13/01/02 @ 10:38 p.m.
This guy from the database is still rambling in my direction. He’s sent seven messages to me now, all incoherent and pointless, but I can’t seem to stop replying. Damn my pettiness! He’s great because he seems to forget the point he’s trying to make! He started off complaining that I was too snobby about formulaic movies, then blamed me for film-makers not making bold creative moves. And he tells me people who review things are wankers, but he’s spending his time reviewing reviews! Then he says I’ve got no right to criticise the hard work of filmmakers, and in the same message says he hates Tomb Raider and Empire! And he complained about my snotty, angry personality, while happily messaging a complete stranger to call him a cunt! But his finest hour came in one of this afternoon’s messages, when he called me undereducated and over-privileged - I’ve just finished uni and started living off benefits because I’m too poor to support myself! He’s a genius! And I know this is a lousy entry but my wrists are playing up again and I feel shit!
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