poprock

So, aye. Things happen. So does stuff. I work like a bastard, I drink like one when not working, and generally my social life goes to shit. Thankfully I am lucky enough to have a very understanding bunch of friends. We are all overachieving slackers, so we all ignore each other for equally long periods of time. Then when we do get in touch again it is understood that no time has actually passed and we can carry on where we last left off (in the pub which was in that place, where that thing happened with that girl).

I love my life.