Time for a random (well not really as it's going to pay remote attention to the English language and have some form of shap) ramble.
To kick things off, the gig was plain awesome, I'm slightly scared how pretty Cats on Fire are, they look like the master race, I sware Sweed has cheated in genetics. The Pocketbooks made me so happy that I danced like a four year old, which is a good thing. Spoke with the band after and they're really good people, I developed a slight crush on the female lead singer and a friend I went with told them they where all so cute she wished to breed them which they didn't seem creeped out by. Butcher Boy make mild depression fun. Also cellos cause errections. Honestly, it was better live and shares a lot of The Smiths power, music that should be depressing but is ment to make you happy, and works. Enough (tooks me three attempts to remember how to spell that) on music though as twee indie seems to be a somewhat specialised area of music.
I think I'm starting to lose my memory. It used to be excellent and I was lucky enough to learn how to train it for excellent recall but it seems to be taking me longer to dredge up pointless facts. I can't work out if it's connected to the fact I'm sleeping too long again or if it's just getting older. My dreams are also getting more vivid, which is excellent as a nap has become like dropping acid for me. It's just very strange, I used to be able to absorb scary amounts of information thanks to a mixture of luck and training at university as a Dramaturg. It was amazing and enjoyable, heck it allows me to write without my dyslexia fucking it up too much. Hopefully it's just a blip but it makes me keep lose a few seconds every so often which I'm not used to.
Had a weekend of smut. I loved it. A friend came down to fuck and watch bad movies, which is always nice. Went out and bought a vibrator that looks like Doc Manhattens cock (keep wanting to burn his symbol in to it). It has more functions than my dick which is upsetting but it can't do my little trick which is the only reason I get laid. Also a random girl I had met at the Electric Ballroom a while ago, who had decided to use me as a toy then tell me she was a lesbein (yes I'm confused so we'll skip that bit) started texting me to basicly tell me she has a number of friends who want to use me (all of them gay as well which is wierd). It was also decided the english accents seem wierd in porn.
Dreams I've had this week:
Gene Hunt from Life on Mars (UK version) introducing himself to a new character while fucking himself in the arse by rocking on his heels over a broom handle.
Paintball day in Central London.
A regular jumping dream that really like flying.
Taking watermellons to Brightion via double decker buses with a load of people I've meet in passing or spoken to online to set the watermellons free into the sea (I think I want to do this).
I ate tapas while snowboarding.
The world looked like the drawings on Tiny Kitten Teeth (http://www.tinykittenteeth.com/2009/03/27/tigerbuttah-understands-autumn/)
and many many more.
Great thing is as I'm waking up every few hours I get a load of different ones each night.
Right that's enough for now, I have to pack for my geek hobby of LARP.
Malley, off to play make believe.
To kick things off, the gig was plain awesome, I'm slightly scared how pretty Cats on Fire are, they look like the master race, I sware Sweed has cheated in genetics. The Pocketbooks made me so happy that I danced like a four year old, which is a good thing. Spoke with the band after and they're really good people, I developed a slight crush on the female lead singer and a friend I went with told them they where all so cute she wished to breed them which they didn't seem creeped out by. Butcher Boy make mild depression fun. Also cellos cause errections. Honestly, it was better live and shares a lot of The Smiths power, music that should be depressing but is ment to make you happy, and works. Enough (tooks me three attempts to remember how to spell that) on music though as twee indie seems to be a somewhat specialised area of music.
I think I'm starting to lose my memory. It used to be excellent and I was lucky enough to learn how to train it for excellent recall but it seems to be taking me longer to dredge up pointless facts. I can't work out if it's connected to the fact I'm sleeping too long again or if it's just getting older. My dreams are also getting more vivid, which is excellent as a nap has become like dropping acid for me. It's just very strange, I used to be able to absorb scary amounts of information thanks to a mixture of luck and training at university as a Dramaturg. It was amazing and enjoyable, heck it allows me to write without my dyslexia fucking it up too much. Hopefully it's just a blip but it makes me keep lose a few seconds every so often which I'm not used to.
Had a weekend of smut. I loved it. A friend came down to fuck and watch bad movies, which is always nice. Went out and bought a vibrator that looks like Doc Manhattens cock (keep wanting to burn his symbol in to it). It has more functions than my dick which is upsetting but it can't do my little trick which is the only reason I get laid. Also a random girl I had met at the Electric Ballroom a while ago, who had decided to use me as a toy then tell me she was a lesbein (yes I'm confused so we'll skip that bit) started texting me to basicly tell me she has a number of friends who want to use me (all of them gay as well which is wierd). It was also decided the english accents seem wierd in porn.
Dreams I've had this week:
Gene Hunt from Life on Mars (UK version) introducing himself to a new character while fucking himself in the arse by rocking on his heels over a broom handle.
Paintball day in Central London.
A regular jumping dream that really like flying.
Taking watermellons to Brightion via double decker buses with a load of people I've meet in passing or spoken to online to set the watermellons free into the sea (I think I want to do this).
I ate tapas while snowboarding.
The world looked like the drawings on Tiny Kitten Teeth (http://www.tinykittenteeth.com/2009/03/27/tigerbuttah-understands-autumn/)
and many many more.
Great thing is as I'm waking up every few hours I get a load of different ones each night.
Right that's enough for now, I have to pack for my geek hobby of LARP.
Malley, off to play make believe.