Pawn my fucking fat ass.

Pawn my fucking fat ass.

Well... you know what they say. The show MUST go on. Who's got the last laugh now betch?

Gawd. HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY LITTLE NARCISSISTIC SHRINE? I'm honestly perplexed why mean people out there get to have the luxury of free time. Don't they have anything else to do other than hacking my site? I was busy having lunch (yes mother fuckers, lunch) with one of my former classmates who I haven't seen in more than 8 years and a shitload of people called and sent me text messages, telling me my website got hacked. I thought it was some sort of a joke to scare the shit out of me so I told them it ain't April Fools yet but little did I know it was true! Imagine the horror when I got back to this...

All of my entries were gone, same with all my images. Two and a half years' worth of faggotry, gone down the shitter.

It really is not funny. I swear.

I know I'm supposed to back things up regularly but it's hard.

Thank god Typepad was extremely helpful in the process.

Apparently some lunatic idiot on crack found/guessed my password, logged into my account and did his "haxor schmaxor" magic.

I learned my lesson -- don't use passwords that are easy to guess.

I fucking hate it!!!!!!

I mean, it's not like I used 12341234 or anything like that. I really thought my password was hard to guess.

I was wrong.

I mean seriously... would you have guessed my password was "makemethin"?

I bet not.

Anyway, whoever did this to me is stupid.

According to Typepad, they also changed my password so I won't be able to log on.

But what they didn't do is change the email address of my Typepad account.

Stupid cunts!

For security's sake, I'm gonna change my password on some of my accounts. This time I'll make it harder to guess.

I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL FOR DISTURBING THE PEACE.

Email me and tell me you love me. My email address is bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63.915.785.1492.

I love you all!