June 2012
May 2012
if there is any way to find a mens crystal castles t shirt with a madonna face that would be amazing. ebay and endlessly googling has shown nothing. anyone in the world know how?
last night i slept with a south african man called river. another new comedy tale for my collection. also i went for a cigarette at half seven this morning and fell asleep on my porch for two hours.
my life recently has been lounging every day all day in the courtyard in the sun on mattresses or duvets, feeding ducks, watching ducks bathe in the bath we’ve made them, visiting the tree house, running around the oil seed rape fields pretending to be warriors, watching true blood, losing my passport, having it returned several times, finding out its now in london in the passport office,...
it’s so annoying how wild you think you are when nothing you do is weird or crazy or anything.
i’m also doing that thing where i stop doing things in my life/leave places early/do things in order to be around someone i fancy and i feel like a child and i dislike it and i wish just eurgh.
also also tonight i’m going out but have only got two cans of cider i found in the fridge, not one scrap of tobacco and am paying for my £3.30 bus fare with two pence pieces and i don’t even know if i can get in weir tonight because last time i got thrown out three times and then tried to jump from the bridge into the river.
after saturday’s drunk driving/drugs/lairiness to security debacle, security are now hunting me down and asking people if they know who i am. I’M NOT THAT HARD TO FINDDD but also i feel like a crim :(
rant
doglegs:
Women who harmlessly enjoy attention from men get an unfair treatment, i hear bitchiness about ‘sluts’ too often and whenever i ask why its wrong to sleep with a lot of men if you’re not putting your health at risk or upsetting someone all people can ever respond is some kind of bollocks ‘get some self respect’ statement which is based on nothing that actually exists and is a perfect...
“let’s not waste life, come on
i’ll miss this when it’s gone.”
– editors.
i’ve had such an eventful and good weekend. on saturday after our duck painting and trip into town loads of us went to sean’s to celebrate his birthday, oli pascoe, lloyd, hayden and george also joined but sean was ill and just wanted to play starcraft so we returned to my kitchen, played endless ring of fire, made a drinking contraption from the hoover tube and a bottle and had an...
last night was such a hilarious time of us all being SO hammered and going to discord as a massive horde and it ended with us all getting with each other and now i’ve slept with my neighbour.
“once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. i loved...”
– maurice sendak. (via bobulate)(via loveintheshadowsistheonlykind)
the bristolian accented cleaners outside my window are so howling just constantly burping loudly and shouting and talking about tits.
‘i haven’t felt this good in years’ ffrfsfrdkhiuljssff youuuuuu. I’M GETTING WEIRD ABOUT YOU AND I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO and you were just my friiiiend and noww NOWWWW all has changed and i don’t know ANYTHING ANYMORE.
today i had two breakfasts of soup made from our leftover chicken carcass and then max invited me over for eggies, sausies, toast and mushrooms for ‘max and mary have breakfast’, then we lounged until i went to tidy my room then escorted a very ill sarah to the vending machine to gather sweet treats, returned to charmaine’s to watch true blood, interluded this with cutting the...
the fact that there’s only three weeks left of first year makes me so sad. the actual year is fine, i’m just re-doing it but living on campus with all me pals and being by the lake and constantly having loads of people in my room and everyone doing pre drinks together and the su and all the comedy events of freshers week and cigarettes on the porch and lounging in the courtyard and...
today i ventured to town with max to collect eye drops and roast dinner ingredients then later on me sarah, ro and cat went down to the lake and sarah dropped her phone in so i plunged within to reach to its muddy depths and it was up to the top of my shorts water with just a hideous knee height mulch of fish and other remnants but i retrieved then returned to the house to eat a massive chicken...
i just cannot deal with being ill!! i want my mummmmmm.
also i’ve got such a sore throat that i can barely swallow but i’m so hungry and all i’ve got to eat are month old stale crisps.
love being tagged in slanderous mean things on facebook by people i’ve slept with. what the fuck?
also this is such a typical thing hahah EURGHHH i hope this doesn’t make life weird or just generally thiiings and oh MANY CONCERNS CONCERNS ARE LARGE and i’m more than likely going to get weird about you.