The amount of friends I have, both heavily musically-inclined and otherwise, who seem to deride pretty much all forms of metal music, and think it’s exclusively for children (and manchildren), causes me great discomfort. To put this in festival terms, it sucks being pretty much the only one of my friends who would rather go to Bloodstock, Sonisphere, or even fucking Download, than some...
Things I can do at home to prevent boredom: - Walk up to Orrell - it’s always pleasant - Play videogames - Make an effort to watch whatever shitty ice dancing show or war film with my parents - Write bad poetry This is just a reminder. I’m not even at home
feeling 12 units shy of a bachelor's degree
That goth lady who does those art history programs on BBC3 just tweeted me !
welp, I’m two followers from two-hundred
that Barney guy in How I Met Your Mother is a prime example of someone I would want to punch in the face if met in real life
I would love nothing more than for this blog to be completely impersonal, but I feel a long fucking rant coming on
Who will deliver me from myself?
I had a sex dream last night.
katzecatchat: And by sex dream I mean lesbian love. And by last night I mean every night.
There’s just something about long car rides, Warrington city centre, and the song ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’, by Nik Kershaw. None of those things happened today, but I dunno. There’s just something about them.