>>Talisman<<

Has been one hell of a week hasn't it?
Man utd beating Roma like they were a bunch of amatuers sunday league footballers if you like it. Then watford on the weekend. The only blip on an otherwise perfect week was my bloody chemistry professor, who refuses to sign my journal work. The bloody scrotum sucking, ball eating, menses drinking ass of a man calls me at 4 to get my journal checked and tells me to come along with all my other journals. 4 kilos of shit in my bag, I wait outside his office for an hour and then his peon tells me, "Sir has gone home for the day!". Next time he meets me, its zero respect, zero cordialness, I'm going to give him as bad as I get.
First year is over, exams are approaching. In the midst of all this, i managed to drag myself into another controversy. My football team had a match, didn't call me for the match, lost badly and then were playing blame games all over the town. Now as if all is forgotten, they've called me back, they need their talisman don't they ;)!!!
As I'm finishing this, I'm off to another match, a derby, another team from the same locality. I hope to lay my demons to rest, score a bloody satisfying hattrick and f%^* my exams in peace!
As long as I'm alive, shit will never go outta fashion!!!!