Go here for my Michael Jackson remix, kids. Limited download...

( Find The Red Tomato )

Aha! Finally, me and Jess's pictures from our Zoo trip over summer...

We saw ( monkeys )

Jack and I made cakes last night :o) Then Ross helped us decorate them (see below), who set us on a downward spiral into crass designs and general childishness :D
( Touch my cake )

( Praise Hallelujah )

I got fired from work today.

I feel indifferent. I feel as though I'm more and more desensitized to things every day I'm alive. Pushed for an answer, I'd say I care most about my parents and sister, and probably singing too. And little else. What's wrong with me? I just feel like an alien all the time, totally not part of things and like a complete ( Read more... )

I'm not here to teach you
I have my own agenda; nice to meet you
There's nothing here to keep me; I'm addicted
Your cheeks are like a fruit I want to suck
Their heads are green and shiny; crunchy, stalk/pips
An apple-bobbing frenzy juice temptation
But I have an accomplice in the oven
A palendromic megaphone food fight
Takes place tonight

( Evidence concerning this weekend's exstatic tomfoolery in Camden Town... )

I love my job, but I speak to maybe one guy in a whole shift. I can't take girls for more than an hour; they grate my fucking head.

I don't ever want to speak to another woman again in my life. I need some fucking boys. I need some boys fucking.

Dick me.

My new house is the shit. I am putting myself under house arrest.

There once was a young boy called Jack, who had red hair and glass ears. Even if he were able to hear anything, he would choose not to, so it was aswel that they were beautifully useless. One day he decided to make some toast, and stood inspecting the gas cooker at close range; intrigued by its reluctance to ignite. Eventually, it did, engulfing ( Read more... )