I wanna fuck it up, I wanna fuck it up
It is my birthday a week tomorow. I will be 19. Greecian Torch Pure Meat Handler, another year older. One more year and I shall escape the term teenager.
Mind you, at least it wont be the first day of school anymore.
Who wants to buy me 14 eye Doc Martins?
Once again, i have to order my own birthday presents as my parents refuse to learn to order anything over the internet.
And once again, my dad and I are lying to my mother about what he is buying me - a t shirt and a pair of converse, the latter of which i am not supposed to have. mwa ha
Terribly fun! I am undecided about the shoes but the t shirt will be form the awesomeness that is palmercash - skeleton bass player.
reading was an oddity. though NIN, the gossip and gogol bordello were pretty rather bloody definitly good!
as was boating! and Ed Byrne's mini tyrade about the blunt monstro.
'You dont know what to do?! You had a plan a second ago, sneaky bastard!'
I can still hear that drumming when i wake up. Impressive