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24th September 2003 Welcome to PlanetJerky.co.uk! The same self-indulgent tripe, but now with an easier-to-remember URL! Of course, you can still access the site using the old address, but why the Hell would you want to do that? You may have noticed that I have altered the entire site in such a way that the layout is fixed, giving me, Mr Jerky a lot more control of what you see on screen. This also means high-resolution users will now see a big empty space of nothingness to the right. And if you don't like it, you can shove it up your crack, you fucking pederast. Also this update: A revamped guestbook and a new Article conveniently "borrowed" from that trouser-wetting Gaq feller. Mr Jerky AKA Hairy Ass McGee 
Thursday 18th September 2003:
Went shopping and in an unusual burst of arrogance on my part, I picked up some pork pies without reading the packaging. Once I got home I realised that they were not pork pies, but pork and MUSTARD pies. Gahhh. Naturally, I expected them to taste rank... But no. They were surprisingly tasty. In fact, I'd almost consider buying them again. Friday 19th September 2003: Today is pay-day, and it seems I am getting a significantly smaller bonus than I'd originally anticipated. This is because I have not been employed by the company long enough to reap the full benefits. Guhh. Still, it's better than a kick in the teeth I guess. After work, I went to the Inland Revenue office and FINALLY sorted-out all the stupid paperwork they mistakenly sent me. Ever since I've been out on my own, it seems like EVERYONE has been harassing me non-stop. Water boards, phone companies, TV licence people - You name it. They never give me a moment's rest and as soon as I fix one problem, another always arises. Don't get me wrong, I'm well able to handle it all, it's just a fucking nuisance is all. Being a "grown-up" is shit. Sunday 21st September 2003: I left my flat to got to my aunt's for Sunday dinner, when I realised that it was the first time I had left my sanctuary for a solid 48 hours. What excellent use of a weekend! Come to think of it, I did the EXACTLY THE SAME THING last week as well. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Wednesday 24th September 2003: Received a "scary" red-bordered letter from the council ordering me to pay my council tax or else they'd come round and "get" me. Fair enough, but they could have sent me some bills previously, rather than just saying nothing for four months before dealing-out the threats straight away. That is all. Now go back to your lodgings, you scrawler of pretentious poetry.
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