I have had a rather wanky day.
I got up early, went to two completely pointless lectures, thought 'fuck this' and went to Wycombe with 'the crew', then got John to drive me (rather dangerously, I might add) back to Chalfont, where I then spent FOUR HOURS cleaning my shithole of a university kitchen. I share it with 4 guys, so you can imagine the fucking state. Well, I went round it and fucking cleaned EVERYTHING, right down to the microwave and the toasters, kettles and the windows. And then some jock wankers come in and fuck the place up again just cooking one goddamn meal.
I can't wait to move out in May, good fucking riddance. I've had enough of dirt and filth. I like clean people. I want a dishwasher. More than anything, I want to eat off plates that I KNOW for a FACT are clean. It's sad that THAT is my fucking dream right now.
I also just lost out on not one, but two pairs of Paul Frank flip-flops on eBay. Not a happy bunny.
On a happier note, I just finished watching the first 5 episodes of Skins (my recent obsession!) with Fay, who is hooked now, haha! I want to start making jewellery like Cassie's and have loads of random shit hanging around my neck.
I am also going driving tomorrow and I feel this face aptly depicts how I look (and feel) behind the wheel:
Well, I need to shower now, and then go to bed. I got a nice book about tattoos through the mail this morning, so I will read that while listening to my iPod all snuggled in bed. I'm well looking forward to it.
So goodnight, sleeptight, and take it easy, Renaissance Men.
xxx
I got up early, went to two completely pointless lectures, thought 'fuck this' and went to Wycombe with 'the crew', then got John to drive me (rather dangerously, I might add) back to Chalfont, where I then spent FOUR HOURS cleaning my shithole of a university kitchen. I share it with 4 guys, so you can imagine the fucking state. Well, I went round it and fucking cleaned EVERYTHING, right down to the microwave and the toasters, kettles and the windows. And then some jock wankers come in and fuck the place up again just cooking one goddamn meal.
I can't wait to move out in May, good fucking riddance. I've had enough of dirt and filth. I like clean people. I want a dishwasher. More than anything, I want to eat off plates that I KNOW for a FACT are clean. It's sad that THAT is my fucking dream right now.
I also just lost out on not one, but two pairs of Paul Frank flip-flops on eBay. Not a happy bunny.
On a happier note, I just finished watching the first 5 episodes of Skins (my recent obsession!) with Fay, who is hooked now, haha! I want to start making jewellery like Cassie's and have loads of random shit hanging around my neck.
I am also going driving tomorrow and I feel this face aptly depicts how I look (and feel) behind the wheel:
Well, I need to shower now, and then go to bed. I got a nice book about tattoos through the mail this morning, so I will read that while listening to my iPod all snuggled in bed. I'm well looking forward to it.
So goodnight, sleeptight, and take it easy, Renaissance Men.
xxx
jonze:
I used to live with 4 other guys and we somehow managed to keep the kitchen clean. It could have been due to my friend's neat freak tendencies, or maybe we just felt that it was the way to do it, but in hindsight I think the only real explanation was that we were actually stuck in a Twilight Zone episode. 
chrissteele:
I've found that the best thing - unless you have a boy or girl friend - is to live by yourself - with a cat!