i really should desist from being an absolute cock.
ga.
one day, i shall be able to be completely honest, to think before i speak, to learn that there really are two sides to every story and that my idea of meeting in the middle is rarely actually in the middle. i'm big on admitting my mistakes, highlighting my deficiencies. maybe soon i'll be able to stop the mistakes before they happen and iron out my sillinesses. maybe i need something like this to get me sorted. that which makes you weirdy can only make you stronger. or summat.
it's not that i'm not proud, or that i don't understand the reasons...i'm just a scaredy little boy who needs to grow up and understand you better.
this is probably a bit cryptic, so i shall cease.
in other, non-cryptic news, i'm taking my Disco to bristol zoo on wednesday to see the giraffes. hey, i might even ask her to marry me, by the monkeys. yay!
life is grand. most of the time.
although i do wish i was in cheltenham tonight, watching the uksgs shaking copious ass (i mean there's lots of them, not the other...) instead of sitting on the bed, scratching my ink, drying my eyes and coming up with a knockout plan for till shifts at work.
knockout, i say.
rubbish.
there's cock in my phone cam pics. i never, ever, thought i'd be using my snazzy phone for that...oh no...
EDIT - there's no fucking giraffes at bristol fucking zoo. fuck. fuckety fuck fuck.
ga.
one day, i shall be able to be completely honest, to think before i speak, to learn that there really are two sides to every story and that my idea of meeting in the middle is rarely actually in the middle. i'm big on admitting my mistakes, highlighting my deficiencies. maybe soon i'll be able to stop the mistakes before they happen and iron out my sillinesses. maybe i need something like this to get me sorted. that which makes you weirdy can only make you stronger. or summat.
it's not that i'm not proud, or that i don't understand the reasons...i'm just a scaredy little boy who needs to grow up and understand you better.
this is probably a bit cryptic, so i shall cease.
in other, non-cryptic news, i'm taking my Disco to bristol zoo on wednesday to see the giraffes. hey, i might even ask her to marry me, by the monkeys. yay!
life is grand. most of the time.
although i do wish i was in cheltenham tonight, watching the uksgs shaking copious ass (i mean there's lots of them, not the other...) instead of sitting on the bed, scratching my ink, drying my eyes and coming up with a knockout plan for till shifts at work.
knockout, i say.
rubbish.
there's cock in my phone cam pics. i never, ever, thought i'd be using my snazzy phone for that...oh no...
EDIT - there's no fucking giraffes at bristol fucking zoo. fuck. fuckety fuck fuck.