i guess the most difficult bit about writing your thoughts is being able to put these things in to normal words, i mean - they aren't words to start off with, and when they get put in to words then only part of what you are feeling ever really reveals itself, the rest is lost.

deep.

I mean, i could write about the trivial stuff that happens...but thats gonna mean nothing to anyone. right?

like today I helped at my work to move office, it was sunday and i really wasn't up to it. I'd had a bit of a smoke so i was feeling really lethargic and didn't wanna move. Anyway - at about 3:30 i get this call and basically they are stuck and really need me, so i walk in to work (takes about 30 mins)(had to walk cos my BMX is at work too) (went out on the drinks friday night and left it at work. Apparently its illegal to ride a bike while you are drunk..?) and i get the best spot by the window. overlooking the sea (a tiny bit) and loads of roofs and stuff like that, real nice.

can't wait for the summer, and getting some beach action...

So - my tat...well...I'm really in to just black and flesh, so some big black areas are sounding good - nothing too intricate. a little like the one i had atm, but a little better planned.

I really want to have a bit of tattoo going up my neck - or just creeping on to my hand. out of clothes tats are wicked.

anyway - i have to go copy some DVDs and then walk 30 mins in the pissing rain to give them back to cock-busters. bastards.