feelin' near as faded as my jeans.
it's my birthday again, splendid. can't be as bad as last year. no. my dad's not in jail(!), i smell like a daisy, and i have plans involving booze, fresh tulips, and cocaine. my mum got me a reading ticket, and my dad got me a 35-80mm lens.
plan for tonight is as follows:
eat some pizza.
go to LIDL's (i'm just a sucker for 7p foreign import breadsticks).
go to the flat, scrape all mould from the kitchen walls.
nick some flowers, scatter them around the flat (more for scent's sake).
meet people at the station.
THE OFFY.
the flat.
the floor.
all will be documented in bad photos.
i was up until 5am painting. i was woken up at 7am by a present giving (& clearly unforgiving) mother and sister. 2 hours of sleep. my eyes are mush.
plan for tonight is as follows:
eat some pizza.
go to LIDL's (i'm just a sucker for 7p foreign import breadsticks).
go to the flat, scrape all mould from the kitchen walls.
nick some flowers, scatter them around the flat (more for scent's sake).
meet people at the station.
THE OFFY.
the flat.
the floor.
all will be documented in bad photos.
i was up until 5am painting. i was woken up at 7am by a present giving (& clearly unforgiving) mother and sister. 2 hours of sleep. my eyes are mush.