deadish

So I have been really quiet on here lately, thanks to people who are still commenting on my journal. Someday soon I will find time to start checking SG everyday like I used to, things are still kinda crazy of late and I cant get much time on the net.

Being my own boss is the absolute shiznit. Just cool as fuck, the store seems to have been very well recieved at any rate. Had a meeting with the bank manager this morning and he agrees.

It was my birthday last week, I ate too much chocolate and Kat gave me a skull and crossbones shaped air freshener so my shop can smell like a freshly swabbed deck at all times.

I finally have time to read again and started down and out in London and Paris by George Orwell, gonna try and write some stuff over the next few months too, my imagination is on overdrive at the moment. speaking of which I had a dream last night that my friend Rory who I used to work with at HMV had turned in to a horse and I was supposed to look after him but I forgot for a whole week so when I finally did go down to feed him he was this neglected old nag type thing but still had rorys voice and told me how disgruntled he was that I had not fed him. I think this relates to my guilt at not being able to offer Rory a job or something, or again, too much cheese before bed. who knows.