Long time no activity. I've lost my moustache.

went to bloc last weekend. quality. pictures to come hopefully.

My life is incredibly uneventful at the moment. I feel really stuck.

New Years:





I was flashing my pants like a teenager.

God Jul!

We had our christmas work do last friday. this happened.




I feel like Scrooge and I want Christmas to be over and done with.

i'm skint. besides that, all is good. loving my new pad, but don't have a proper working internet yet.
what do you reckon to this?


'Up until Victor met his mirrorme, he was an ordinary boy with bright eyes and brown curls. He would go to school at day, play football at night and do all the things that ordinary boys do. He would always be smiling, for where he came from that's what people did. Victor was only twelve so each night he would be tucked in by his loving mother, leaving him with a stroke over his hair and a kiss on his forehead. And it was one of those nights, when he was lying between his soft clean sheets that he first heard the whisper.
"Psst!"'

another picture from recydrate the west


Edit to add picture:

ok, long story short, old house didn't work out, moving again into a bloody lush new pad with my housemate ry on tuesday. i'm achy and hungover and i haven't had any cock action in fucking over two months

oh and i went as russel brand on halloween.

i'm on here. it's emo but quite exciting.
moving houses next week, it's gonna be awesome. everything's looking really bright and cheerful and i'm loving it. x

I went to Recydrate. It was dirty:

update:

off work 'cause i've gone mental
it's quite good.

i've moved! i have no internet. i'm restless and i'm bored.

me in london:



going home on wednesday, should be good. getting my hair cut and besides that i just feel really really really fucking lost.

how's your weekends been? mine was shit.
x