Long time no speak...

Why oh why..would I consult the ol' Live Journal? Whe one writes, one has to know what to put in, and what to leave out.

Tough stuff.

Close your eyes, listen to my voice...its my disguise...

once more i find myself barely believing that its all over.

23 sleeps and ill be off, two and a half months without you all.
hell it will be a blast but who will i be laughing with this summer?

CLOSING TIME

open all the doors and let you out into the world....

the only place she ever went to lose herself....

this is a first ( Read more... )

rave is the word at the baru-f house right now. Call it "fake rave" if you will, but whatever turns you on, funky white boy.

so as I be seated here in the green stained chair avec my behemothic-mammoth earphones that only come out now and then, I listening to la primevera, eat my goal, zorbas dance, i bop on the keyboard, striking like never ( Read more... )

"give this song another listen, close your eyes, my voice is my diguise"

fresh from some anti-granny-revoltion-action avec two nights, in a row, out on the piss, i speak here from the comfort of my granny gear, assuring you that this relapse does not, i repeat DOES NOT, mean the end of the granny revolution, in fact it may mean a revolution of the ( Read more... )

so the 11th april has been the most productive day since the holidays commenced...

after a good midday lie-in, one headed to the tailors to collect the brothers suit via the doctors where i stocked up on medicaments to the tune of a £13 switch bill, no wonder the health of britain is so horrendous if your charged such ridiculous rates when you turn ( Read more... )

APPLAUSE

*enter usl*

"theres no beginning to this story"

she finally went and done it, she finally got a livejournal. utmost sympathy and apologies to greatestjournal whom she had to leave on notice of hearing some unwanted hands got on the dirt that is the journal of the greatest teabag smut.

she is i...the whore they look down to and call dirty ( Read more... )