tim held a serious mash up 'i'm going into detox on monday' party (a big fan of vomit and irony is he) and self interest forced me to bop along to it. he's given me his flat for 6 weeks. which is fucking brilliant. it covers my birthday, which now looks set to be a big piss up in the mitcham based abode to a clash soundtrack. how about a gig as ( Read more... )

weekend turned out eventful. more sort of one big long 48 hour stretch of day. lots of work. about 6 hours sleep since friday. keep lashing out and shouting unfamiliar things and all that. bit of family melodrama and i end up lying on my painting in disjunct tears throwing insults at the rebounding walls. then laughter and happy clash beats. i don' ( Read more... )

more fun than can be said in pulling around a small doll's pram by a wire handle filled with fake flowers and women's undergarments. such was my day as a micro stanley spencer. lovely lovely day. the concrete floor of the station was warm and comfortable with nicole and dom and hassan just being there. i can't wait for the lazy hot nights and ice ( Read more... )

but i can accidently not attend 3 times this week because i'm ill. i've got a bruise on my left ankle. tomorrow doesn't look like a nice day. i'm in a mood now. it's how long can i narrowly escape a good beating from something travelling faster than me, and that's the problem. too long and i'm bored now. bored with the obsession that people are ( Read more... )

from this day on i will not bunk more than one two days a week off college, even if it involves being doused in my art teacher's spit spite while being enveloped by her portly, pendulous bosom. it's too easy to miss the train and hide in anna's wine box with a pouch of baccy and an 'i'm alan partridge' video ( Read more... )

i have to stop changing into unfamiliar and mundane people.