Not much to update with really.
King Rat breached the perimiter the other night and we shut him in the front room, because we were scared (going to get a drink in the night and having a rat run past you isn't fun) and it was 3am. TequilaRayMax was very brave about it, managing only to yell "fuck" three times, whilst I stood petrified at the top of the stairs. I think the poor rat was more scared, though.
It was kind of funny/sad, though. The pest exterminators killed the rat with a crowbar. Some sophisticated shit. We both felt bad for it, it was really cute and healthy looking and had become part of the house almost (we'd been hearing it in the walls for months).
I twisted my ankle a few days ago. My leg went dead when I was playing guitar, got up and my leg gave in, so I landed on my ankle. It's swollen and sore. It's more of a fucker because I managed to get a pair of lovely platform mary jane shoes off of eBay and now can't wear them until my ankle is healed since I'm limping about everywhere apparently avoiding rats. But in other eBay related joy I did manage to buy a really cool custom made coat and dress (it's kind of gothic lolita style, but smart, so I'm hoping I can make it look a bit more casual) for 40.
I have a new tattoo idea - big one too. Excited about it - stocking seams up both legs with a jolly roger style skull and crossbones at the top. How piratey - kind of goes with my 15 year long obsession with the Monkey Island games.
Need to arrange an interview with UWIC about getting on their course and then see about flats in Cardiff and get a job or something for a week or two to help money-wise.
Pretty certain my parents have disowned me, I had a fight with my dad on the phone about my life - apparently I lack commitment and I'm a 'loser', about a month and a half ago and they haven't called me since. It's tough sometimes because my sister (although younger than me) is everything they wanted her to be, someone they can be proud of and boast about to their friends. To them, I'm the fickle messed up one who lacks direction and commitment. It sounds bad to say, but I don't care, I don't need to prove myself to anyone and I'm not about to sacrifice my freedom to live some kind of suburban nightmare.
Anyway, end rant.
Also, I need the photoshop 'difuse glow' filter in real life.
King Rat breached the perimiter the other night and we shut him in the front room, because we were scared (going to get a drink in the night and having a rat run past you isn't fun) and it was 3am. TequilaRayMax was very brave about it, managing only to yell "fuck" three times, whilst I stood petrified at the top of the stairs. I think the poor rat was more scared, though.
It was kind of funny/sad, though. The pest exterminators killed the rat with a crowbar. Some sophisticated shit. We both felt bad for it, it was really cute and healthy looking and had become part of the house almost (we'd been hearing it in the walls for months).
I twisted my ankle a few days ago. My leg went dead when I was playing guitar, got up and my leg gave in, so I landed on my ankle. It's swollen and sore. It's more of a fucker because I managed to get a pair of lovely platform mary jane shoes off of eBay and now can't wear them until my ankle is healed since I'm limping about everywhere apparently avoiding rats. But in other eBay related joy I did manage to buy a really cool custom made coat and dress (it's kind of gothic lolita style, but smart, so I'm hoping I can make it look a bit more casual) for 40.
I have a new tattoo idea - big one too. Excited about it - stocking seams up both legs with a jolly roger style skull and crossbones at the top. How piratey - kind of goes with my 15 year long obsession with the Monkey Island games.
Need to arrange an interview with UWIC about getting on their course and then see about flats in Cardiff and get a job or something for a week or two to help money-wise.
Pretty certain my parents have disowned me, I had a fight with my dad on the phone about my life - apparently I lack commitment and I'm a 'loser', about a month and a half ago and they haven't called me since. It's tough sometimes because my sister (although younger than me) is everything they wanted her to be, someone they can be proud of and boast about to their friends. To them, I'm the fickle messed up one who lacks direction and commitment. It sounds bad to say, but I don't care, I don't need to prove myself to anyone and I'm not about to sacrifice my freedom to live some kind of suburban nightmare.
Anyway, end rant.
Also, I need the photoshop 'difuse glow' filter in real life.
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Just dropping by to see if your doing alright and if things are good at your end.