chargedubrock

woha.

milan was fun. hella lot of great artists at the convention, but sadly i am broke. so no new ink fer me. i am lucky to have close friends who look at me as their promotional material, and thus give me free tattoos. tomas is trying to come up with something new to tattoo. hmm, i am just all aout the anchors, skulls, girls...
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man, i have to get to bed earlier someday. goddamnit, not easy to be present in class on 3 hours of sleep. i must be the most goofy grad student they have ever had on this "elite institution". haha. big messed up hair in my eyes, tattooed arms and random comments that just make sense to me. yeye.

oh! i am leaving for milan on...
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split lip. bloody ds-13 shirt. hangover from hell. berlin fer ya.

oh well, back in london. i have actually been here for two weeks now. can't really say i am to happy about it. dirty, crowded and expensive.

but! i am going to berlin on thursday. yey! back to see charlie, mike and siren. probably gonna be some drunken babble going on fer sure. and virus records' gonna get some of my money.

i am baffled...
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yey!
term over and done with. now i only have to write two essays fer next term and read a couple of books over the break.
home sweet home tomorrow. god, london is pretty repressive when one is broke and beaten down by LSE.
but hey! the sun is shining today, and i have some money to burn.

yey!
one more week to go.
one more essay to write.
then. x-mas break.

turboneger was fun last nite.
norwegian flag upside down. hehe. evil norwegian death punk. hehe.

hungover today. but what's new?

a dead sinking story

still gray and windy outside.
three more essays to write before the 12th. and god knows how many books. oh well, guess i better get back to todays badboi "the rise and decline of nations" by fucking mancur olson. i hate rational choice theory, even if this one is supposed to be "soft", fuck.

sandy, my beloved friend and tattoo artist,...
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london fucking blows.
rain.
rain.
and wind.

i am dead broke.

sick and tired of grad school. not that i don't enjoy it on some perverse level, but fuck i am tired of it now.

christmas brake coming up. a yeah.

going back home. gonna be sweet.
darkness.

instrument to human development.

self governing in the domain of morally relevant choices.

ahhhhh, paper due tomorrow...

i wish i had a fridge to paste letters on.

went out last nite. searching for something
there are actually a lot of cool places around out hood. south bank represent! small, crooked places that serve absinthe!! oh my, that drink sure is good.
dizzyness and dementia.