a conversation with my roommate

yesterday my flatmate commented on how she loves when i make pizza because it smells amazing. so i came back from class today to find her in the kitchen. starving, i opened the fridge and said, "i'm gonna do what i do best now," referring to pizza baking. "drink?" she replied.

ohhhh zing.

haha.

I NEED THIS (minus the shitty writing)

and i think i am going to attempt to make it.

i've had some wonderful success with reconstructing jackets.

exhibit a) my once upon a time aeropastal jean jacket now converted into a punk rock vest





exhibit b) my jean jacket that was too small that i took the little tabs off of on the back and made into this:


i can totally do it. i just gotta find a cheap leather jacket to cut apart

songwriting 101

alva and i began writing music together last night. i've never seriously written with anyone before. of course, i've sat around drunk playing sloppy chords and making up lyrics. but i had never sat down sober with pen and paper and the intention to actually create a real song before. so alva and i started by watching the shit movie known as Dorian Gray and eating chinese food. then we took out the guitar before realizing it was nearly ten and alcohol would soon be unavailable. so we popped out to the bodega (or newsagents as the u.k folk call it) and picked up some buckfast, tonic wine made by monks and purported to be lethal. to make my room more conducive to art i broke out the coloured light bulbs that i purchased for the bowie ball and plugged a red one in. content with The Opium Den that we had created, we sat down fr 4 hours and managed to pull out a 2 verses and a chorus! it's called How Will You Look Old and it's gonna be great man.

Dear friends,

if you love me you will all contribute money to my new-electric-guitar-because-i-am-in-scotland-without-mine-fund. come on, next week is my birthday. the dreaded quarter century. this little fella will lighten the blow.



he's made specifically for girls. and is only about 350 quid. please?

new songs

this is a song that i have been working on. the bridge needs new lyrics so do not fret about that. cause i KNOW you all care so much.




and here is a fun version of Ruth Brown's Mama, He Treats You're Daughter Mean. ignore the messed up lyrics.



any comments would be welcome.

but most importantly, here are my fab new sunglasses.

BOLLOCKS!

WHY WAS THIS MOVIE NOT NOMINATED FOR AN OSCAR OF GOLDEN GLOBE!!!!! WTF MATE?! this was one of the most beautiful and perfect movies that i have ever seen

even if you're not a fan of poetry, listen to Ben Whishaw read La Belle Dame Sans Merci. What a great voice.

caffiene pills and red bull mixtures

i have given up on cleanliness. i simply can not be bothered to take showers anymore. there's too much to do! too much to live while i sit and wait for my hair to dry. too much to read. too many books to get out of the library. too many songs to learn to play on guitar. too many people to see. to many drinks to drink. too many blog posts to post. it's fucking punk rock man. deal with it.