7am boredom. Well, at least I don't smell of wardrobes
Bold what's true (shamelessly yoinked from that shizatsu fellow)
I've never been drunk
I've never smoked pot
I've never kissed a member of the opposite sex
I've never kissed a member of the same sex
I've never crashed a friend's car
I've never been to japan
I've never been to europe
I've never ridden in a taxi
I've never been in love
I've never been dumped
I've never shoplifted
I've never been in a fight
I've never had a threesome
I've never snuck out of my house
I've never pissed on myself
I've never been arrested
I've never made out with a stranger
I've never been on a blind date
I've never lied to a friend
I've never had a crush on a teacher
I've never skipped school
I've never thrown up in public
I've never purposely set a part of myself on fire (teehee, oh the memories)
I've never eaten sushi
I've never been happy with myself
I've never met a movie star
I've never cheated in any test/exams
I've never confessed my feelings to anyone before
I've never run away from home
I've never been on a stage
Hmmmmm. Anyways, whut have I been up to recently.... Spending ludicrous amounts of cash on boozery and travel. Popped down to Lubey's a while back to see NOFX. Then head home. At least that was the plan. The gig was fucking awesome, in no small part due to the generosity of his chums. We acquired some girl called Colleen or some such nonsence. Fuck knows what happened to her anyways. Then purchasing duct tape to repair my trousers, proceeded by 4ft Fingers the next evening, followed in turn by failed attempts to seduce what turned out to be underage girls. But let's not talk about that, eh? Beta Band the day after, who were immense to say the least. Club night at Rock City the day after. The hat incident. Detoxing on the train the day after, only to throw it all away in the evening at the Incubus gig. Followed by yet MORE drinking in town. Met a nice girl named Ryoko, although she turned out to be a bit of a skank who's screwed more men than i've had hot dinners. I just about managed to escape though, so s'all good. Time to rest methinks. Or not. Out into town AGAIN the next night to see NOFX once more, but they seemed to lose a great deal of their entertainment value without the influence of hard drugs coursing through my veins. Don't get me wrong, they were still undeniable sublime. And after all this, I slept.
Only to wake up at 6am several days later to find the Animals of Farthing Wood showing on BBC2!!! Needless to say the sheets required changing straight after. Not that that means i'm gonna do it, though. Anyways, enough rambling. Time to have a giggle at all the fat oafs prancing around on telly in the name of 'entertainment'. The tossers.