Pretty damn tired. it was only yesterday that i realised i am in fact doing a 50 hour week. need the money though, so just get on down to it. Turning intoa personal philosophy actually-shit happens so deal with it. almost done anyway, just an all day sunday left. then maybe some time home to collect my scattered thoughts and shattered body. the reason why home has such rejuvinating qualities is two fold. uno-there is an old victorian bath which is big enough for me to fit more than 1/3 of my body in (i always opt for the middle 3rd). and Big duo-being an incredibly light sleeper requires total silence and pitch blackness-something easiy achived there. as it stands i've taken to wearing a dark t-shirt over my face like one of them mask things. manly!
tonight shall see some brotherly lovin as me and andaroo hit the town and shoot the shit from the hip. and we shall engulf anyone in our way with the patented kilgour incest manwich, and believe me you don't wanna be the meat!
Too much healthy living is bad for you. all that happens is you eventually totally lose it and explode into drunken drug fueled orgies. look at all the train track hookers that used to be mormons. farrrrrr better the occasional indulgence, tempered by a healthy dose of self loathing.
thought of the day-i don't care how many times its said, it'll never get old to tell americans to watch their friendly fire while playing halo 3
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