Axe Da COD

I am so sick of studying(what the hull is "collective accountability"??) so send me some questions and I shall answer them! At the moment I feel like I am an expert on

• Dropping a dress size from stress and then regaining dress size times two via chicken sandwiches
• Facebook stalking (it gives me catholic guilt stomach!)
• The internet in general, except I don't know how to download music or movies, or make gifs, or put gifs on this blog. Also I think I deleted my antivirus software.
• Middle Eastern conflict
• Making fun of fashion blogs
• Being an absentee wingman
• Breaking beds by jumping on them
• Building Ikea beds
• Getting Indian people to follow me on Twitter
• Quickly changing from Taylor Swift to Neutral Milk Hotel when I realise I am driving through Mt Lawley
• everything ever

Send your questions to axe_da_cod@hotmail.com, I can help you by sorting out your crappy lives and you can help me by sending me an email that isn't from Dominos, Gorman or the Apple store (why are they recommending me KD Lang?).

Ps. If you aren't following me on Twitter then I don't know what you are doing.

EXPECTATION

there are times when i believe the sweaty days of summer are better spent at night, sinning and winning. (and wearing short shorts. ones where youre ass might cheekily say hello. but in the privacy of your own home.) but today was pretty lovely and seeing how i can barely smell/taste even if i am a perspiration morsel pre lubed for the sunny oven i cant even notice my pheromones and besides i could care less beacuse in approx 1 hr (maybe even sooner if i skip out of class early) i shall be strolling home. HOME i tell you! is it gay that i often stop and lay in hyde parks shady spots while smoking and listening too appropriate summer beats?? (it is as i often close my eyes and think about sandwiches or some shit)

is getting a facebook lame?
even if ive always said i wouldnt?
im moving nxt yr - possibly use that as the "reason"?
(haha)

PS// how rad is that diamond light!

V for Vendetta

So this may be just paranoia, it may be that it is 3.28am, it may be the wine burt somebody is out to get me.

First it was the text message I got on friday (blogged about earlier) and then when I was getting into my car at approx 3.31am on Sunday someone had gone to the trouble of writing either "yuppy scum" or "yuppy bitch" (can't remember) into the dirt on the windscreen of my car (they had to write backwards I might add so that I could read it as I drive).

Now I know you might be thinking "jeez Gemmer its just some random azzhole", but obviously you haven't seen my car. It screeches when it starts up, has a MASSIVE dent on the side and has so many items of clothing in it you would think I LIVED in it. Only little orphan annie would thing it was "yuppy". Not to mention there is a spider nest in my car from all the ancient shit my stepdad gave me which I convieniently stored there.

If I wasn't such a bitch I could narrow it down. Another theory is that it is one of the azzholes I work with.

Still this whole experience has led me to axe, did the CIA create facebook?