Wow, how a day may be changed by something as small as an advert in a newspaper.

I awoke, late again from the time I originally had intended in a haze, grasping for my phone to see what time it was... After 11... Not that I had work. What I thought was that I'd be able to play CoD4 for a while before having to move from my bedroom and commence the day with others needs being considered before my own desires, and before the inhabitants stirred and procrastination would be put on a back-burner.

So anyway, I slip down the stairs and grab a Tassimo office grade coffee and rummage around the living room looking for the paper. Under the glass force field atop the coffee table it sat, mocking me... Some crappy story about an idiot schooly Twittering her details (a birthday party - at her grans - while the old dear was away at a wedding, of course the place got horded by other morons who thought a bit of casual destructiveness would be better than bringing something nice) online and landing in trouble. Faith in Humanity -50pts.

Foolishness and proliferation of "Social Networking Sites" for the pale, pasty and personaless to make a vain attempt at conforming to some trivial "social" paradigm beyond my mere mortal means of comprehension of my environment. BAH !!! I yelled at the front page and threw it down onto the glass table top. Bah... What tosh. Is there no news of impending doom that is greater than some prat having their home trashed after disclosing sensitive information over the internet with no consideration of the consequences.

Idiots !!!

Anyhoo... My foul temper and cynical outlook was soon quashed by a... Dare I say... Delightful advertisement. Morrisons selling copies of 'Halo3 ODST' for £29.99, with my staff discount that was quite a nice price. So I got breakfast, groomed myself and dashed down to the supermarket and grabbed my copy. Of course there's a rule when I buy a new game - people always demand my immediate attention and I can't just sit and play !!!

Damn it !!! I just wanna play my game !!! Lol.

So

Fuschia Foxx is my gamertag on XBOX live - if you wanna play Halo then drop me a line, if not, that's fine too.

Hooray for ODST !!!

Once again my immune system seems to overlook the common viruses and the cold has decided to establish a temporary camp in my sinuses.

Hopefully a few mercenary T-cells and macrophages shall eliminate the insurgent microbes and Fuschia shall be back in full working order soon, though it's at the "caustic snot" stage where my nose feels like it's on fire and the goop that manages to trickle down my throat feels disgusting as well.

Damn it, damn it all to hell!!!!

You damn dirty spores !!!!

There's also work at the hour prior to the ever later crack of dawn, but these things are inevitable.

Coming sooner or later !!!

[link] !!!

Want to know more?

enquiries@fuschia-foxx.com

Until then... Not much else will be going on !!!!

Exactly what it says on the title.

Need to find better work in order to be able to have more free time, away from the consumer whores that plague my place of work.

So tired of giving people plastic bags to put their plastic wrapped foodstuffs in.

What the f*ck is with the plastic obsession ???

Go get some f*cking sunlight and stop buying pointless trinkets - there's a financial downturn on !!!!

Weave yourself a carrier bag out of dried grasses and strips of bark damn it!!!

"Fuck all the laws."

What fun I had just the night before.

Me (Maroon Meerkat) and my matey (Scarlet Skunk) were playing on XBOX live after buying the new maps from the game market for Halo 3. The map sandbox is cool as cool can be, I love just mucking around in forge with that, but still - not the point.

We decided, may has well reengage with the rest of the pale pasty and probably slightly overweight on average community over the internet.

Of course we had an an idiot on our team who just had to be the M.C. we try to communicate about the enemies position after confrontations with the blue team and all I get is torrents of the same banter that seems to be rife in Halo 3 online comms.

"What's that f*gg*t?" and "You sound like you have a d*ck in your mouth?" etc. All that homophobic nonsense that the people spouting can't let go of, because to some degree they must be more amused by flapping their lips than playing the game. Scarlet had lag (due to sharing his connection with Chubbzilla66 in the next room playing COD5 or something... as well as a laptop streaming videos no doubt!) and so wasn't faring well on the 'kills' or even 'deaths' part, just slowly plodding along doing fairly well with what he had to work with e.g. red/yellow connection...

Anyhoo this yankee prat would not let go of his kill score, and let's face it if your trying to kill somebody at a distance and theirs foaming saliva coming from some daft yank flowing into your ear via a mike, it is distracting. This was detrimental to my score, which was still reasonably kick-ass, something like 21 kills with a +16 k/d spread. So after it, the moron, who I'm not going to name as it may have been a one off and so deserves not to be ridiculed so harshly for now challenged myself and Scarlet Skunk to a custom game me n' Scarlet vs. This prat and his crony (of which there were 3 at one point which swiftly reverted back to 2), on one of my favourite courses - Guardian. Of course I had made a couple of demands e.g. standard layout, weapons, settings.

This came from previous experience (and demolishing opponents in other challenges) of people changing the variables to suit what they think will give them an advantage, but it usually a downfall.

Anyway - we PWNED them. Spanked them, while using pink armour just to show our manliness.

The moral is - be a dong and get beat.

So the annoying gnat was told to 'get the fuck off my internet', and of course he did.

Though I'm still waiting for my friend request to get accepted...

However, it does raise the question of "Why be such a dribble-lip anyway?"