Outta hospital now. Bit of a broken elbow, nose, and there ain't any part of me that ain't raw or purple, but you should see the other guy.

Kay, that's so fucked up, about Ella. I yeah, I don't even know what to say. Sorry.

I hear Misha and Little C kicked some serious arse there, nice work girls. You to, Jinx, with the MC savin and all.

Davis and Coop: *FIREBALL*
Me: *freaks out at gas oven*

FAIL, Lucas. Fail.

Nothin like a near death experience to make you post a fuckoad more than usual ( Read more... )

So the rest of the story ( Read more... )

I'M NOT DEAD!

FUCK.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

Wow, swearing got absolutely nothing out of my system. Godfuckingdamit.

Roxy rang. She's HIV+. Any everyone she'd slept with in the last six months has to get tested cos they might have it too and FUCK that's me, and everyone I've had sex with too. So. Misha. Chloe.

Got home. Downloaded better editing program. Drank whole pack of Red Bull. Spent hours editing filmed stuff so it looks half good.

There's four parts. First is me and Von running around the old hospital, second is me and her and Patches down the stormwater drains, third is us getting pissed at the House of Pain last night- very different overall ( Read more... )

Ghhhuuuuugh *shudder*

What made me think it was a good idea to revisit the hospital, you know, That hospital. The bad acid trip abandoned hospital? That one. I have never been anywhere more fucking creepy and I've been in fucking creepy places.

Got it on film, too.

But fdgjdfsg, paranoia.

Have to remember this. Bit of fixing and it'll work. Few words and lines don't make sense but hey it wasn't written for mine. Just gotta remember a few lines.

( Come sweet death )

How do you decide what's right? Which battles to choose and which to leave to someone else? Which to give up on altogether?

I'm not asking how you think everyone should know what's right from wrong, I'm asking how do you, personally, decide what's worth it? What's worth sacrificing everything for?