sniff sniff cough cough blaaarrggghhhh
Where did my head go? I've asked that many a time before and I'm sure I'll ask it plenty of times after. I have so little memory of last night. I remember buckfast. I remember pooping. I remember chopping my finger. I remember finally getting all the way through "a little respect". I remember walking past the hospital. I remember falling flat on my face on my doorstep. That's it. I somehow managed to invert the contents of my pockets. Everyhting was in the wrong pockets.
I have a drink problem. I only have one singular can of cooking lager (tennents) and not monies until midnight. This is shit. Tomorrow I shall get pissed and all will be well, until then I'm going to be shit and ill. I think I'm about to make an electro-pop version of this Summers biggest hit: "Watch Tron Wank" and if I feel very bored I may make a video for it too. Fret not, there won't actually be any (much) footage of Tron wanking (maybe).
I have a drink problem. I only have one singular can of cooking lager (tennents) and not monies until midnight. This is shit. Tomorrow I shall get pissed and all will be well, until then I'm going to be shit and ill. I think I'm about to make an electro-pop version of this Summers biggest hit: "Watch Tron Wank" and if I feel very bored I may make a video for it too. Fret not, there won't actually be any (much) footage of Tron wanking (maybe).