Yeah - things have started to look up.
I went and cleared all of my furniture out of my ex's house today - which was a little fucking weird. anyway..her dad was there.
(I bough the house with the ex, and lived with her for like 8 months or so...then i realised that it was utter hell ("no you can't invite your friends round your own house", "turn yor music off" etc etc). So i moved out and sold my bit of the house to her dad.)
So her dad gives me this cheque for my part of the house...6K.
FUCK YES!
6 fucking grand.
I didn't get a chance to go to a bank today - so I'm going to have to wait till Monday - and I'm a little fucking scared that I'm going to lose it somewhere...or put it somewhere safe, then forget where it was.
Ah...fucking amazing idea - I've put it in my 'how to play air rock guitar book' (it was a present - but you better fucking believe i know how to play rock guitar.)
it kinda seems weord that a couple of nights ago i was so fucking low, really really depressed.
Gues they were wrong - money really can buy happiness - albeit short termed happiness.
And i put an advert in the paper to sell my car, although i think i want to get more for it than it's really worth. we'll see.
tonight i have an 80's rock night, followed by a house party. so I'm going to go and get wasted.
I hope there are some nice punk ladies there (it being an 80's night and all!?!?).
can but hope.
wish me luck...
I went and cleared all of my furniture out of my ex's house today - which was a little fucking weird. anyway..her dad was there.
(I bough the house with the ex, and lived with her for like 8 months or so...then i realised that it was utter hell ("no you can't invite your friends round your own house", "turn yor music off" etc etc). So i moved out and sold my bit of the house to her dad.)
So her dad gives me this cheque for my part of the house...6K.
FUCK YES!
6 fucking grand.
I didn't get a chance to go to a bank today - so I'm going to have to wait till Monday - and I'm a little fucking scared that I'm going to lose it somewhere...or put it somewhere safe, then forget where it was.
Ah...fucking amazing idea - I've put it in my 'how to play air rock guitar book' (it was a present - but you better fucking believe i know how to play rock guitar.)
it kinda seems weord that a couple of nights ago i was so fucking low, really really depressed.
Gues they were wrong - money really can buy happiness - albeit short termed happiness.
And i put an advert in the paper to sell my car, although i think i want to get more for it than it's really worth. we'll see.
tonight i have an 80's rock night, followed by a house party. so I'm going to go and get wasted.
I hope there are some nice punk ladies there (it being an 80's night and all!?!?).
can but hope.
wish me luck...
Your name reminded me of this guy I knew, but we called him Squatter Dave (for obvious reasons)... this guy would also do off the wall shit just to earn a couple of punk points.
For example: At a party, this kid shit into a bowl... and people bet dave a total of $10 US that he wouldn't eat it.
But he did. For that $10 and a few punk points.
As I said, totally unrelated. Your name just reminded me of him.
So with that, I leave you.
<3 Steve