No more school, and stuff.

Thank god.

Hands up who's in an incredible amount of pain...

If you read this, even if i don't speak to you often, EVEN IF I'VE NEVER MET YOU, please reply with a memory of me. It can be anything you want - good or bad, just as long as it happened.

Then post this up yourself and see what people remember about you.

Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick.

I feel all gross and coughy and sneezy. I'm all worn out. Tired.

Should go back to sleep. Can't sleep. Nose is all blocked.

Someone send me flowers :(

Sick is a funny word.

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We're going to make a mountain of ice. We're going fill it with beer. We shall sit on it on a burny summer afternoon, drinking our beer, making stupid jokes, and throwing ice at things.

Peas + sweet chili sauce.

Good? No.

Deliciously available? Fuck yes :)

Last night was awesome and a half. Poker + vodka + Pink Floyd + salty snacks = happy Julian.

Especially when Julian wins.

The White Stripes.
The Stooges.
Sleater-Kinney.
The Mars Volta.

*Gets all excited and Jittery, runs in circles, falls over*

Oh yeah. And The Living End...

ALSO

Perth ahoy!

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