whoop whoop..............AM COMMING HOME............ Friday:- heading home on the 12:45 from york to Newcastle Friday Night:- heading to Stereo baby.. Sat:- BBQ and consett, whoop whoop... Sun:- All day benda... GET ON IT :drunk: tequila it makes me happy.......
fri - nowt, probs county sat - habit allllllll day sun - probs go shopping in town, sunbathe if poss.... havent had a full weekend off in a while
Fri - Going for a run after work, need to burn off some energy. Then probably undo all the good work with a few pints. Sat - Housework, cook a nice tea and watch a DVD later on. Sun - Meeting up with some friends who I've not seen for a while for lunch and a few drinks, really looking forward to catching up.
Glad you asked LOTTE. Well this week has been up and down for me. Working in London these past few weeks had made me arrive at the conclusion that grafting in the city just AINT for me. My alarm goes off each morning at 6am and i drag myself out of bed and into the living room to turn on my laptop so i can download the mornings podcasts. I swallow a handful of vitamins and pills to suplement my terrible diet, and then contemplate smoking a menthol cigarette to give me a nicotine kick before my caffeine tablets kick in, and my exhaustion is replaced by nausea caused by the un-natural stimulants rushing around my veins like cheap, low quality speed. My skin is crawling by the time i muster up the motivation to walk into the shower and i dont know whether to puke or cry when the hot water hits my skin that is still asleep and wants to be lying in bed where i belong. I iron a shirt badly and burn the side of my hand from lack of concentration because i spent the evening before drowning my sorrows with cheap, tramp strong beer from the corner store. I dont care any more cause the emptiness on the inside overpowers any physical feelings of pain. I put my clothes on, and then just sit in silence for a few minutes, feeling like everything i am and everything i stand for is utterly meaningless - Its still dark outside and i ponder for a moment about the state of humanity and a situation where humans are up before the birds are, and dont get home till any other sane creature on this earth has gone to bed. I walk out the front door, and the sunlight stings my eyes - I feel terrible from the previous nights intoxication and i stumble along the street, tripping on small pebbles cause i couldnt even tie my own shoelaces this morning. I forgot to brush my teeth or even have a shave so i look and stink like a fucking tramp. Eventually i make it down the street and to the train station where i stand like a zombie with the rest of the goons, before my train turns up and i shuffle into the packed train with no air conditioning. I havent even been on the train for five minutes and im already soaked through with my own polluted, salty sweat and i feel like i want to scratch my own dirty skin off while screaming my pain to god. HAVING SAID THAT .... Im going for a few drinks tonight with my lass and then im going paintballing tomorrow. WOOOOHOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Today - Might burn some CD's and have a mix but can't be arsed to burn the CD's. Tonight - Meant to be going to Beat Therapy Tomorrow - Habit
massive one this weekend, my first since moving back from leeds... friday - absolutely skint so unable to get to greg wilson @ suono which i'm proper gutted about, so am instead wallowing in pity in the house and sorting through records for tomorrow. saturday - over to town early, catch up with the habit lads, bit lunch, then playing some records at the tyne with simon baker and some of newcastle's more horrible individuals, then over to stereo. sunday - zip it, dry them, hate myself and regret overindulgence. (all of this will involve celebration of the fact that i got a 2:1 in my degree, which i found out yesterday)
