Ah what a month, I only hope the really sour shit will be balanceed by somthing realy sweet, I could certainly fucking use it. Someone close to me unexpectedly passed away and it fucked me up for a while to say the least. We can either sit in self pity and wallow or bite the world with shining new teeth, more tattoos, more hellraising more lives to live before I die, I need stories that people wont be able to understand, memories that overshadow a hundred years in the life of the scum fucker boring bastards thasat try and bury me every day, a light that can be seen flickeriing in my eyes that burns for the things I have seen and done, and is recognised and silently feared by those who are afriad to live. Those that burn brightest burn out first, lets see how fast I can burn for a while, lets take a blowtorch to the fucker. ps I need some realy grimey annonymous online flirting, its just the mood Im in right now. 
so were abouts in the uk do u live??