kristoph

oh my life twists and turns in some interesting ways.
and when i say interesting, i mean unwelcome
and when i say unwelcome, i mean "oh for fuck's sake! what now?!"
that pretty much sums it up.
no details follow.

but bowie's still making it bareable.
especially when he's crotch-thrusting his way across the stage in a shiny gold suit with wings on his fucking boots! and craftily segueing (sp?) into War at the end of Fame.
oh you cheeky glam pixie god of all that is rock!

i'm still stuck at my parent's house dog sitting since my mother went and busted up her ankle real good in spain and her and my dad are currently living in a spanish hospital til she can have an opeeration.
two weeks it's nearly been now.
being here alone has given young Kristoph faaaaaaaar too much time to think
and watch tv-links.
but mainly think.
nothing good is coming from it. well; apart from some nifty sketches -



this is richard and judy off camera. judy is (as we all know) a drunk and richard has been beating up hookers.
(i know it doesnt look much like richard. i was working quick damnit)



and this is me. although i am currently sans beard.

quite looking forward to friday at the moment.
curry and cider night. mmmmmmmmhealthy!
anyone in the bristol area fancy an Apple-athon?

this post sounds a bit miserable eh? i do love life really. i mean in general like, it's a pretty ace thing, life.
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