Lymph glands suck. I am a bit ill at the moment, but intend to be fully healed by July. It's a busy month and I've no time to spare! I used to love sick days when I was at school; days blissfully spent watching the normally unseen daytime tv drinking cocoa whilst wrapped ever so tightly in a patterned cotton blanket. Nostalgia for childhood days eh.
Nowadays, sickness is a blight on my calender. I have a party to go to on Friday (that I definitely can't miss) and I get fitted for a suit for my sister's wedding on Saturday afternoon. I sadly didn't get the job I applied for in Brighton, but there are still a few more applications pending for jobs in London. As long as its a job in either of those places, I'll be happy.
I think my car is gonna die soon too. Bad breaks, suspension and a howl that reminds me of wolves in Canada. After deciding that I'm the worst painter in the history of mankind, I have chosen to be more conceptual. Imagine the current piece, 'Vampire on Titus' but replace the teeth and planetoids with vague splashes of rouge and generous lashings of grey. Your getting close.
Wish me luck in recovery for friday as there may be an interesting lady there. Shoulder-length blonde dreadlocks, a three-quarter sleave on the right and eyes that could melt a fully grown wilderbeast. It's been suggested I play hard to get, y'know.. a bit cool, laidback an' all. I prefer the friendly approach. I'll let you know if I flounder, but I prefer to be optimistic. I ain't a cunt really!
Nowadays, sickness is a blight on my calender. I have a party to go to on Friday (that I definitely can't miss) and I get fitted for a suit for my sister's wedding on Saturday afternoon. I sadly didn't get the job I applied for in Brighton, but there are still a few more applications pending for jobs in London. As long as its a job in either of those places, I'll be happy.
I think my car is gonna die soon too. Bad breaks, suspension and a howl that reminds me of wolves in Canada. After deciding that I'm the worst painter in the history of mankind, I have chosen to be more conceptual. Imagine the current piece, 'Vampire on Titus' but replace the teeth and planetoids with vague splashes of rouge and generous lashings of grey. Your getting close.
Wish me luck in recovery for friday as there may be an interesting lady there. Shoulder-length blonde dreadlocks, a three-quarter sleave on the right and eyes that could melt a fully grown wilderbeast. It's been suggested I play hard to get, y'know.. a bit cool, laidback an' all. I prefer the friendly approach. I'll let you know if I flounder, but I prefer to be optimistic. I ain't a cunt really!