Christ on a crutch...

...I must be a total fanny as I seem to be accrueing so many fucking passwords I cant keep track of them. I only want to get onto the net to play around, giggle at daft photos of cats etc and keep in contact with friends, OK, I can see the need for passwords for security reasons but for fuxake, its going a bit too far.

Username , fuckin' username, to me a user is some cunt who does drugs no some daft twat like me trying to get onto the LOLcats! URL!!! WHAT THE FUCKS THAT - SOUNDS LIKE A POLITE CHUNDER TO ME.

O2 DONT RECOGNISE MY MOBY PHONE NO WHEN i TRY TO REGISTER FOR BROADBAND - BUT THEY CAN FUCKING TAKE THE MONEY OUT OG MY ACCOUNT THOUGH . Bastards.

In the next couple of weeks, Orange are going to get shirty with me cos I cancelled the direct debit to them, serves them right for going out of the country for the call centres, and they'll want the broadband guff back they sent me - which has never been connected.

Still cant get logged onto iTunes - which is why I want the fucking broadband in the first place and the fucking laptop, which has never been on the net as I use it as an entertainment centre for CD'S, DVD'S dosnt fucking recognise them anymore so wont play.....cunts.

Thank Christ I can get onto bloggers with the iPhone.

Wonder how hard it will be for me to log on via it - easy for other cunts, nigh on impossible for me.

Realise I'm using the C-word more than ususal - I've just got onto an Irish blogger called Twenty Major, some guy from Dublin I've discovered via the Scaryduck blogsite - dead funny and swears as much as anyone I've ever met from Dublin can swear.

Bet he dosn't have any problems with bloody passwords, URL'S ETC.