kristoph

i've been putting off updating because i have a lot to cram in and i always forget something and i always feel bad for leaving things out that i don't mean to.
but the longer i leave it, the more i forget..

SO.
monday - blah
tuesday - blah
wednesday - blah
thursday -

for thursday was Blue day. yes, that's right AlwaysBeingBlue came down for her long overdue visit & filled my life with..um...shit picking chimps actually...
but anyways i'd missed that girl like a fat kid love cake. a REALLY fat kid. fucking huge. one that the doctors have diagnosed as only having a week to live due to his sheer lardyness.
yup.
and i dont think the amount i love that kid can be summed up any better than she already has..so go read her journal.
comedy quotes were flung left, right and center and i think the only time i stopped smiling was when we had to wait over an hour in the freezing weather for our ride to see
Traumatron
Nic
Tsui
&
Nadine (give me a gig you glittery thing you!)
at il bordello. where we narrowly squeezed ourselves in despite it being sold out..to a bunch of fuckwits in ZANY fucking wigs! yes! you heard right! ZANY! if there's one thing i hate, it's zany...that and sith lords. and bees.
aaaaaanyways. the zany folk soon left after making the 'tron's job very difficult and a funtime was soon being had by all. there's nothing better than being on a moodily lit boat with some of your favourite people ever. and boobs.
(Tron, your advice will be followed. as soon as i think of the words. thank you sir.)

which brings us to..
friday -
me & blue did what we do best. we shopped. we did coffee. we sat around being arty and cool. fine purchases were made.
and i got my lip pierced on t'other side. by a man who thought the best approach to it was to push as slooooooowly as he could. just so i'd get to experience every. inch. of. the. needle.
thanks.
but it looks splendid nonetheless and pictures will follow.

then friday night. after i'd bid farewell to miss blue. some fucking asshole tried to glass me and my friends for "dogging him up"
no. really.
i hate this city.
there was absolutely no provocation. just a smackhead alcoholic looking for a fight. and you know, it's made me feel slightly unsafe.
despite the fact that i'm twice the size of him and i know my boys have got my back.
it just fucking sucks that there are people like that out there.
if i didnt have my band here, id move away.
far a-fucking way.

but one shitty thing out of two days of goodness is good odds in my book!
im pretty sure that this post is one shitty mess, but im not one for editing. jack kerouac would be proud.
xxx