Re-emerging after a cold, cruel winter !

I've remembered that this account exists ! So yet again, dragged to my keyboard... I am here. The diary-reading, mind-invading Peter Steele rip-off is OUT of our lives (REJOICE SMELL, REJOICE). Turns out he has an M.O of staying exceedingly late at ur flat, so he can sleep over... then he strikes !! His long, greasy locks slither over your pillow, and intertwines with your own, shoddily dyed blue hair. You are captured, caught, and culled. He impregnates your mind with his slime. It is too late. You are ripe with 'Gabelets', laden with a terminal affection for the little fucker. 

Anyway, he is dead to us all ! Am executing a new project with Viscount Stinker- We're developing a magazine for our friends... and beyond (SNWO: SPAFF'D New World Order). Any ideas for what people would like to see from a community led mag ?? We are absolutely bursting with ideas, but we will always take more. Ripe, ripe, ripe.

Dominating university as per usual. Started dating a very charming woman. She is a philosopher however. Sigh sigh. Pray for me please, we all have faults.