When I'm lying in my bed at night ( Read more... )

Comment on this post and I will choose seven interests from your profile. You will then explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.

( too much time on my hands )

On Tuesday, Robert Rauschenberg died.
One day all of my heroes will be dead. I don't much want to live in a world where there's no one to truly admire.

So, here's to you Rauschy. For the little it's worth, you made me want to be an artist. You were Spectacular.

Biggie made this look fun, but he was right, it's the sort of fun only needed on a hungover sunday. Ipod on random, first lines from the first twenty song, you have to guess and prove that you too are dedicated to music from apple adverts, yadda yadda ( Read more... )

There are very few jobs that I want enough to spend my evening pressing my face up against the skin of a dead pig, but apparently I have found one. I have done some extremely grim things in my time (to some extremely grim people, zing!) but in recent memory, this one wins ( Read more... )

I do believe my sleeve is now finished. This is wonderful news. Aside from the inevitable touch-ups, my right arm will never again be tattooed. Having wanted a full sleeve for many a long year, I can now sit back with an ambition achieved. Now to give out sleeves to other unwitting young women ( Read more... )

Had a wisdom tooth extracted on Wednesday. Now, a few things ( Read more... )

1. i remembered why I don't go into the town centre on a saturday. It's not because I'm massively hungover usually, it's because it's fucking bedlam. Your pushchair is not a weapon! It's supposed to contain the most important thing in your life, do you really want to use it to try and take out eleven stone women who could do some serious damage ( Read more... )

1. Go to www.photobucket.com (don't sign in)

2. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box

3. Use only the first page

4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.

( My answers )

If I was to tell you what canada did for Valentines, you'd think it horribly soppy/wish to suffocate us with our own smugness. But suffice to say: Best. Valentines. Ever.
Actually, scrap that, I don't think anyone's ever been so thoughtful.
Yeah, I'm super-smug! And what?