Im getting my nerd on, tickets for london comic con october printed.... I've been ordered by my sister to cosplay, so have to find a tall, bald bloke to go as.

Ideas so far
Agent 47: nice and easy
Riddict: Not got the gun to pull this off
Deckard: lol ok bald Deckard, cant get the coat so boo hoo
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Oh god why does thou torture me... My stash has bud rot, fecking mould is eating my stash in front of my eyes, about £50 worth.

So for the sake of waste-not-want-not I feel it is my responsibility, if not duty to consume the icky sticky faster than the bastard fungus can, I see this as a direct challenge, one I shall not shy away from!

I may be in a coma for some time.

My on going quest to expand my conciseness has lead me to try Salvia Divinorma, strangely potent considering it's legal.

I had two overlapping realities, firstly my usual reality was pushed into almost my subconscious mind where I was only vaguely aware of normal reality.

Second and the more real to me at the time was a sensation of being churned/rotated and blended into the universe, but without fear as this seemed all very right and natural to me. This is the point I had my great revelation … I was but a sock and the universe was a washing machine!

Ok it seemed all very deep and mystical at the time, the time being trippin' and bat shit crazy.

damn it, I should now be studying...h but naked girls...

So many plans...So much weed... bye bye plans.

I had a wonderful plan, re-learn the web design thing and get into photography (people are calling me dracula so need a reason to be out and about).

Buy camera: Check
Buy software: Check that mr spunky
Subscribe to online courses: Checkety check matey
Get a great deal on a big ass bag of weed: Check and fuck, I can see why people have lost decades to pot.

Wheres my bong

No London depravity for me today, head feels like lead and I.Q reduced to living dead levels.... Note to self, old weed is not good weed.

Plan B, play with photoshop (student discount FTW) and find some fresh weed baby. Tomorrow I hit Harlow park... Last time, kinder forgot to charge the camera DOH

Here is a picture of trees I took... never too many tree pictures in life!

The suckage is strong tonight... No concert for Wayne, so Wayne is going to sulk like a brat and get progressively drunk....alone.... Hermit style baby.

Peoples I was going to see Adoration play in London have decided to be piss poor broke and not go, telling me 4 hours before the concert starts... yeah I'm bitching like a little girl, yeah I should suck it up.... man up bitch... meow meow meow cry me a river ect.. ect... I have rum, the universe has righted it self.

Let Hermit pirate night begin, yarrr.

Maybe facebook timeline isn't the spawn of satan after all (how did one little banner take me 3 hours to do)... But if it goes too myspacey im goning to puke, please no autoplay music or emo auto-themes like someones vomited pink and black everywhere.

Not much worse than frantically trying to locate the music player to stop my chemical romance booming into my delicate head, 10 seconds later laptop goes through the window.

I missed Camden, home of the freaks and geeks.... and a fucking million tourists.

My little sister and I decided to wander, seems I make a good personal shopper (I.E. I carry the damn bags and smile), but a good day and oh how I love the food there, even if it is probably dog meat.

The sun has returned, time to skin the bear..

Before


After

Well what a waste of life that was today... Work....study...gym.....sleep.

Last 5 years seem to have been sacrificed to the gods of tomorrow, only one more year of uni then 6 years of restrained depravity get unleased unto the world and it better be messy babie.