I have an unhealthy obsession with this man
I don't know why, he's more feminine than me, but goddamn... Any man that outside of the Kings of Leon/Ryan adams who can pull off white cowboy boots, and a belt round his skinny ass... and does the whole surreal humour thing..
*drool*
I went and saw 300 yesterday withJup. It was deliciously gratuitous. I'm not a film snob, not to anywhere near the degree I am with music. I went in very low expectations, I came out wanting own a spear. You never know when it might be needed.
I am supposed to be presenting to all the other managers in my area tomorrow, at my regional meeting. I have, however, made absolutely no attempt to start my presentations, and now, after four glasses of wine, have little intention of starting. this is what long train journeys are for. That, and sleep.
Payday is friday, and thank christ, because I am BEYOND skint.
I don't know how it happened, it's not like I'm shopping for two anymore....HOWEVER, I totted up all the train tickets, funeral outfit/flowers/remedial alcohol, gig tickets, take outs, and five million bottles of wine, and now It becomes painfully clear as to why. I am in fact down to my last forty quid. and you know what I'll do on friday? piss it all up the wall all over again, because hell, you can't take it with you. Besides, I enjoy being irresponsible, clarins here I come. that and the enormous box of stuff I've hidden in my office this month to buy, while scolding the kids for having more than five items in the stashes. Manager's rights innit. I've applied for another atore, near home, near Jupe, away from the pit. yay. I just hope I don't get knocked bak again. *fingers crossed*
Ink on FRIDAY! yay me! yay for deep and meaningful Lyrics up my arm. yay for not caring if anyone understands.
Boom!
I don't know why, he's more feminine than me, but goddamn... Any man that outside of the Kings of Leon/Ryan adams who can pull off white cowboy boots, and a belt round his skinny ass... and does the whole surreal humour thing..
*drool*
I went and saw 300 yesterday withJup. It was deliciously gratuitous. I'm not a film snob, not to anywhere near the degree I am with music. I went in very low expectations, I came out wanting own a spear. You never know when it might be needed.
I am supposed to be presenting to all the other managers in my area tomorrow, at my regional meeting. I have, however, made absolutely no attempt to start my presentations, and now, after four glasses of wine, have little intention of starting. this is what long train journeys are for. That, and sleep.
Payday is friday, and thank christ, because I am BEYOND skint.
I don't know how it happened, it's not like I'm shopping for two anymore....HOWEVER, I totted up all the train tickets, funeral outfit/flowers/remedial alcohol, gig tickets, take outs, and five million bottles of wine, and now It becomes painfully clear as to why. I am in fact down to my last forty quid. and you know what I'll do on friday? piss it all up the wall all over again, because hell, you can't take it with you. Besides, I enjoy being irresponsible, clarins here I come. that and the enormous box of stuff I've hidden in my office this month to buy, while scolding the kids for having more than five items in the stashes. Manager's rights innit. I've applied for another atore, near home, near Jupe, away from the pit. yay. I just hope I don't get knocked bak again. *fingers crossed*Ink on FRIDAY! yay me! yay for deep and meaningful Lyrics up my arm. yay for not caring if anyone understands.
Boom!
And what the fuck was with the Executioner bit, with the forearm blades? Was that some puppet they had left over from a Disturbed video or something? Tonk! Absolute Tonk I say!