Sometimes I get so used to ignoring something, I push it so far back in my mind and do my very best to avoid all possibility of confronting it, that I actually don't notice it at all anymore, even when it bites me in the arse. I'll just sit down and think fuck my arse is sore.
Simon drove over his camera the other day, found it quite funny when he told me. Who the shit drives over their camera?
I want a pda with a fold up keyboard, I wana sit in strip clubs and coffee shops and type type type.
I write in my pad, I don't bother typing it here and when I get around to typing it here, it's a half arsed version like this:
Before - There's this girl, I'm quite into her, I have been for awhile now actually. We get along great, we talk loads and we flirt loads. I don't know what I'm waiting for.
Inbetween - I haven't fallen for the wrong one this time, she could be the best thing that happened to me. It's a shame things didn't work out with sor-beng, I wonder if she ever thinks the same, if she has any regrets. Some times I wonder what could have been, I wonder about allot of things.
After inbetween - I'm into her, but it might not be any good that I am, turns out she might already be out of reach. The good ones never stay single for long.
Now - I'm working on it.
I like my hair when I get out of the shower, it always stays how I style it. I can never get it to stand up like how it does after a shower.
I've lost my lucky quarter, I had that quarter since I was 8 years old. I actually lost it down the side of my bed for about 2 years awhile ago. George has a goatee etched onto his face on that quarter. I tend to lose it all the time, it usually turns up in one of my pockets or under a pile of junk in my room, but those times I know it's around somewhere and it always is. This time I have no idea where the arse its gone.
synaesthesia_x's karaoke clip has got me going 'doOOoo yeeehhhey.'
2. I like high places.