imnotanartistbut

So its 3 days, kinda, til my 21st and iv decided to go to the tate, how ever im now faced with the problem of there being more than one tate, i was unaware of this until i looked on the interwebs at how much it cost to get in, so iv no idea what one to go to, i also have the feeling i shall be going on my own which in a strange way is appealing, this i am surprised at because im still failing to meet new friends and im still seeing shit all of my friends who are at uni. So needless to say things are looking pretty toss again. I mean its not all that bad but its starting to really piss me off and to be honest im missing sex quite a lot though im more frustrated at how hard it is to meet nice people in bedford than i am about the lack of sex, for now. The local newspaper has also been lacking in joy as there are shit all jobs going that are worth going for, either worse cash than im on now or are so highly paid id have better luck ass fucking the pope than landing a job such as those in question. But its all ok because i have pens, lots and lots of new, lovely smelling pens so i can draw on everything. pistachio nuts, lightly salted ones, are the mother fucking shit. Its like crack but you dont have to deal with some sketchy looking meathead with a bunch of half arsed hard man friends pretending there in a 50cent music video to buy them, its an amazing snack generally served in a convenient packet by a smiley little helth freak that makes a piss poor joke about you smelling of smoke but buying food from a health shop (which makes me question why they are salted and not sold fully nude for unadulterated goodness) so thats my new enjoyment for this week, that and im re watching green wing witch i recommend to any one because its just funny as fuck. And on that most splendid note i shall go back to my new found audible delight in submotion orchestra as i fill my face with salted pistachio nuts