Cheer Up Emo Kid!
Hmm. I guess I was rediculously depressed in my last post. Sorry about that.
Anyway, on Sunday, I went to Brighton, for the C2's All Day Ska Fest. Drowing Sorrows in Ska. It was great. I went for The Big, the other 9 bands were just an added bonus. I'm very happy, as they played Essex Wanker, and gave out free stickers, and I got their Set List. I Skanked like a motherfuker for 7 hours. In a hot, sweaty venue. Seriously, the best way to lose weight. Screw not eating, and to hell with going for a run, just go to a Gig every week.
Monday I mowed the lawn. Yawn.
Today was nice, I got some clothes, some summery shit for the Boat. I read in the Garden for a while, played with my dogs, feed the fish. Generally calm stuff. It was nice. The sun is nice.
What the hell, I'm down to 2 Cigarettes? I thought I had more than that.
I wish it was as easy as saying I'm Qutting Girls. Whenever I think about her, it still tugs at my heart. But I'm thinking about her less. Its progress.
And I found this. Its funny.
Its a teacher at Caterham, for my American Amigos. He tells kids (ie: Me) off for smoking, then confiscates their cigratettes, to "dispose" of them.
Other than that, not much else has gone on.