Thats that, this is my final journal entry for a while, not sure how long...if I get famous before then I'll remember you all

Take care, much love and if you want just holla

Job on board the ship as it sways.

So yeah, nice borin day at work today, and yet again I forgot to get some batteries for my camera Want to show you all my new hair cut, but I suppose I need a picture of me in a suit too.

MySpace is looking busier, though I don't know any of my friends yet....

Right time for a whiskey, bourbon or scotch

Has anyone else heard Scissor Sisters version of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb, I thought it was awful at first, but now I dig that silly disco thing, especially those Bee Gees vocals

One song to wander around the house in a 'model' way to Bjork - Bachelorette

Franz Ferdinand rock in a mighty disco way, they make the rapture, strokes and anyone else look a sissys, which in this instinence(sic) means they kick ass Monica I think you'll like them

I really dig girls with auburn and red hair So thats a girl in a shoe shop, a clothes shop and two coffee shop girls who get me slush puppie inside

So whats goin' on mekon???



Sadly I've also decided to cancel my account for the time being, well i will tomorrow, I just can't afford it So if you wanna get touch e-mail me

As I stood undeground, dreaming of the days end, the train came and then to my eyes pleasure she came, we exchanged pleasentries as I climbed on board.

Its always nice to see old friends however briefly on the metro, especially when she is the definition of cute.

My space on my space, is even emptier than friendster.

Coffee is good, no coffee makes me and my head go boom, digga, boom.....

Pretty girls know how to use make up but don't need it Pretty girls make my feet point far from away Their perfume stimulates the hearts decay

What the hell are twinkies???
Give me some....

God, essays, essays and house hunting
Signed up to My Space last night but have no friends, haha, "one is the loneliest number"
In the meantime I'll try to stick to my Jekyll side, and try not to let Hyde out the bag.

I really do not like essays, I'm never in the mood to do them and all the forward planning I do, I just can't motivate myself to do them.
Other than that life is dull.

Ah home sweet home.
How do you talk to girls

One of my favourite moments in time was when my cousins girlfriend applied cherry lip balm to my lips and then kissed it off. Ever since then I have found this strangely erotic.



Thinking about starting conversations with strangers ruins my zen.

In a recent survey 10% of me said I was happy, the other 90% was divided between various emotions, though there was no mention of being in love. I really had to poll myself. Oh dear.

Young, sweet Aquarian male who believes in chivalary, though isn't a gentlemen as he certainly doesn't prefer blondes, seeks young female. Phobia of hair maybe a serious problem. (Why else would I be a munki)

Looking at that I sense I try to write too much in one sentence, leading to confusion.

La Rambla

I need a kiss, even a little peck, it needn't be tongues, though I wouldn't say no.

Anyway enough rambling, here is some love for you all

For some reason this christmas I have been having a lot of new fantasies. Luckily non involve turkey.

Top 5 places to spot cute girls in Newcastle

1, Head of Steam - cute barmaid
2, Thorntons Coffee Shop - a cute girl works there
3, Blakes Cafe - as above
4, H&M - as above
5, World Headquarters - alot of cute girls go there

That makes me feel almost stalkerish.

As the belly burned, the smell of the apocalypse had caused a severe bout of heart burn. While Adam lay on his back suffering with this misplaced acid, it was a safe bet that their was a lot more suffering in the world, for example Suzy in Seattle or maybe the tens of thousands lying under the collapsed buildings. Adam, meanwhile was suffering, as only a weird genetic manifestation, that the tabloids would call a "human cockroach", can.
As the days passed, very little happened, the cloud cover got heavier, the days seemed to get longer, and damn that solitary tape got a little tedious. Sigur Ros on 24 hour repeat . So it would come as no surprise that the sleeping bag had lost its appeal as a safe place. This desperate situation would be bad enough, if it wasn't for the fact that as a boy of around 11 his local G.P had stated that this boy had "some issues", and with a lack of daylight this perpetual winter was beginning to rot away at his core. Soon the concrete echoed with the screams, that no one would hear, "So what the hell should I do?".....

Thats to be continued as soon as I pull my pants back up.

Come here and shove that ring stick up your ass, it won't hurt, it's clear that you lack the vital organs, all but hollow bar the gas.

Lois, has made my christmas