ok... weekend was ok

i get hit by a rocket, which fucked my phone.... bollox... finally got paid..... 10 weeks late... so i now have the deposit for the flat

so will move over the course of the next 3 weeks

beard is slowly growing back... thank fuck.... i no longer look 12... i now look like a 16 year old with stubble

days of worth rock the fucking shit out of most british bands... why the hell aren't they more popular

women confuse me.... more than normal.... but i've given up caring... i'll just go with it

really cant be bothered to keep updating this... the novelty seems to have worn off quite a bit now... as if i cant be bothered to comment on anyone elses journal... why should they comment on mine

or perhaps its just where im so busy.... i have nothing on my brain but work and if i do anything else (including updating) i feel guilty.....

i need a life

life kicked me in the face so hard on friday i almost questioned the point....

then i remembered it doesnt matter i have bigger plans so fuck 'em

i can see the end of the tunnel.... its, bright, its green and theres a lot of tress and a fucking stunning beach....

the stinking sewer pipe i'm crawling through to get to it.... doesnt really matter.... as anything worth achieving smells like shit till you reach it

later