Twitter.
http://www.twitter.com/gracefulstalker
Hopefully the blog will return from its hiatus sometime soon, but I’m just not in “that place” at the moment.
Give me a job in London please. And a flat. That doesn’t have a shower beside the fridge.
Ta.
COZ I LOST MY JOB.
HA.
EMPLOYMENT FAIL.
I was going to blog but then I got very very tired. I done a lazy visual instead.
Féach ar seo:
November doesn’t look half as busy as it felt. I work full-time, 12pm – 8pm, Monday – Friday unless otherwise stated. There are a few Saturdays in there (9am – 5pm) and I have a day “off” accordingly.
Oh the wonderful world of a Grace.
EDIT on 4th Dec: I am now working Wednesday 10th December, so I have that Saturday off instead.
I should pack for London tomorrow. Ugh.
Oh right, so apparently this is my saved draft. All I had was a title, taken from the hold music of some… company I was on (hold) to. Wet Wet Wet version, if anyone was wondering.
This blog is to say I HAVE NO TIME TO BLOG.
Expect mid-length rant about busy-ness (how do you say business without it looking like business?) tomorrow. I’ll be home an hour later than usual because I have to go into town after work to collect money from my friend that’s owed to me from her and one of my best friends, who I haven’t seen since the end of October, and even then it was only for a few hours on a bus and a plane to and from London. And I can’t blog now because I need to get my coat tailored tomorrow morning so I need to sleep. EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE IS A RANT.
I’m actually in a pretty placid mood at the moment though. Too tired to be otherwise.
Hey, I just realised, Screenwipe will be on youtube by the time I’m home from work tomorrow. Yeah, in that case, don’t be expecting a novel of a blog. I say that now; I can’t seem to shut the flip up at the moment. Oh Moss. How I love you.
PEACOCKDREAMS.
Because I can’t be arsed to blog at the moment, have a video or 5.
Blog I’m referring to is this one. It made me do a happy.
Author’s note: I’ve forgotten what I’ve said, I’m not rereading, so if I’ve forgotten to finish any sentiments, do let me know.
This blog will probably be even more incoherent than usual, due to the fact that I’m am listening to music and singing, both at ridiculous volumes. Currently Car Crash Eyes by Nemo. Now moved onto Hall & Oates…
Right, so today is my birthday! Not the day I was born 19 or 20 years ago, but rather the day that set me on the road to becoming who I am today. This entry will sound pretentious by the way, but it’s rather unavoidable. On 11/11/04, I had a day off school. It was a Thursday, if my memory serves me. I had been having some stupid teenage arguments with my new group of friends in school. I had had an “interest” in Johnny Depp since the previous summer, due mostly to seeing Pirates of the Caribbean in the US (though, oddly enough, I do remember it being a toss up between PotC and Legally Blonde 2, and I said “PotC coz Johnny Depp’s hot”. I didn’t really know I knew who he was, but there you go), and had heard trailers for his new film Finding Neverland on the radio (the first and last time I remember hearing a trailer for a film on the radio) and going through the thought process “Johnny Depp’s hot, Scottish accents are hot, worth going to see”. I should point out that for me to decide to go to the cinema was a pretty… not odd, but definitely not an everyday thing, because I hardly saw a film a year at home, never mind in the cinema. None of my family has any interest in film (well, we’ve already established that they don’t really have any interests), so we didn’t (and don’t) have a Chartbusters or Xtravision card or anything, so we’d never sit down and watch a film. I was a very sheltered 15 year old at the time, so I wouldn’t really get the bus alone that much (or socialise that much, if at all) so mix all that together and you have a pretty unusual decision for me to make.
Off I trotted to the cinema. Out I came of the cinema. In I went to the bathrooms to cry some more. If you’ve seen the film, you’ll understand that it’s a very moving one, but it was more than that. I spent the way home on the bus standing in a daze, thinking about everything and nothing. When I got home, I went into a room on my own because I knew I would start to cry again if I tried to speak. That’s all I really remember about that day. But from then on, *cliche alert* nothing has ever been the same. I suddenly realised what it was to be a good actor, I suddenly realised that there was more to a film than the faces of it, I suddenly realised that film has the awesome power to touch you and move you and make you think, and I suddenly realised that Johnny Depp was one mighty fine actor.
So, I got an Xtravision and Chartbusters card and got out a movie or two a week of his until there were none left to see. I believe the last one they had was Blow which I saw on December 8th (just checked a calendar, it would’ve been the 10th). I found out as much as I could about him and, in short, became a wee bit obsessed. And then 4 years later I lied when using the words “wee bit”. I realised what it was to be passionate about something. I’ve always loved music, always, but it’s so much a part of me that it’s not really an interest, it’s just… there. But film was my new love. I think the first director I moved onto was Tim Burton because I suppose, in a lot of senses, he was the most accessible. Everything in my life revolved around Johnny Depp, literally, everything. It feels a bit bizarre letting people who know me now in on that part of my life, because it was such a huge part of me, and I don’t think any of you know about it. Literally every syllable coming from my lips would be to do with Johnny Depp. Or “Johnny” as I used to call him, which I find extremely bizarre now. That doesn’t have much to do with anything, so I’ll move along…
I joined my first proper forum a week after I saw Finding Neverland, November 18th 2004 (which, consequently was exactly a year to the day before I saw The Libertine, my all-time favourite film, and my introduction to Rochester). I made some fantastic friends, including one who was my first “best friend”. That was a very strange time. We met up just before we went to London in July 2005 (my first time!) to the premiere of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I had thought she was a pervy old man before we met, because we were literally exactly alike, and I thought it was some child grooming expert. If something can be called a “whirlwind friendship”, that was it. We spent the whole summer together, on the phone for literally full days, not even saying that much, just staying on the phone. Once we went back to school in September, it was my house one Friday, her house the next. She was a year younger, but taught me SO much. Her family was very very very different to mine. In so many ways. Which also taught me a lot. But just generally, about life, she taught me so much. We were pretty inseparable. Looking back on it, I’m not sure if that was my doing or not. I realise now that I was an absolute utter psycho during the time we were friends. It was very difficult for me to deal with all these unlocked emotions, since I was so used to just sleepwalking through life (look I said this would sound pretentious, right? deal with it). I was also a 16 year old girl so there was that as well.
Since my mind was going a mile a minute on subjects I’d never given a second thought, I developed a crippling fear of death. At first, it had been a fear of the world ending, but I ended up being able to reassure myself that that might never happen, but then once I thought about death, it was very difficult to come to terms with, because I couldn’t say “it might never happen”; it quite clearly will. I’m not going to try to explain how absolutely petrified I was, because nothing will be able to describe the sheer panic that I constantly lived with. Trying not to think about it because once I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking it over and over and over. Obviously, throughout this time, there was the Johnny Depp obsession which helped to consume pretty much all of my time. At first, I had done the typical teenage thing of “I don’t hate his girlfriend because she’s his girlfriend, she just irritates me”, which of course makes me the bigger person. There was one specific video that I had downloaded which had an interview with, if my memory serves me, JD talking about his girlfriend, which cut to clips from some of his films with music over it. I could never make it to the end of that video because the music always made me tear up. I decided one day at a friend’s house that I’d download some of Vanessa Paradis’ music, because there were some songs on her most recent album that JD had played on/co-written. Not remembering which ones, I downloaded a little song called “When I Say”. It was “the” song. I cried. I didn’t even really listen to the lyrics, but I cried. My love affair with Vanessa Paradis began. There aren’t that many subtitled videos of her around, but there was one called “Vanessa on Johnny” that I watched, and well… it pretty much saved my life as we know it. My sanity, definitely. She is asked if the fact that he is so desirable frightens her that she will lose him. She says, no, she isn’t afraid, but even if she was, fear wouldn’t prevent it from happening anyway. Poof, fear of death gone. Why waste my life fearing something that’s gonna happen anyway, fear or no fear? I see Vanessa Paradis as my little angel. I don’t know that much about her, I love her music, but don’t really keep all that up to date with her career, and it’s difficult to know what’s going on with her and JD without intruding (I’ve made a point of never seeing any pictures of their children; invasion of their privacy is the reason I left my “home” forum), but they will always be such a huge, important part of my life. So huge. I have a lyric from When I Say immortalised (well, for as long as I live) on my neck: …your soul is in chains, how could you fly?
So what has led on from then? I “met” JD in London on July 17th 2005, which involved him standing in front of me, signing something and me NOT fainting. No eye contact, he didn’t know I existed but it was a huge thing for me not to pass out, because that’s how obsessive I was. Saw The Libertine on November 18th 2005, which became my favourite film ever, and I can’t see it changing anytime soon. It was bizarre to see a new Johnny Depp film in the cinema and yet felt eerily familiar. If you’ve not seen it, see it. I can’t talk about it, I can only gush. I absolutely love it. I had an epic fight with aforementioned best friend around New Years 2005/06 and we’ve only spoken a few times since then. It’s very much water under the bridge at this stage, but we’re simply very different people. I’ll always have a huge affection for her even though I obviously do not know her from adam at this stage, she was most definitely a huge part of my life. She taught me what it was to be a good friend by allowing me to be such a bad one and consequently learn from my mistakes. After we “broke up”, which is probably the most accurate phrase to use, I started to spend much more time with the people I hung around with in school, who ever since have been my best friends, and I love them very much. I don’t think I was capable of that before her.
So we’re onto 2006 now… I started to “self harm”, if you can call it that, nothing serious. I got my Rochester tattoo on May 20th. I met Johnny Depp on July… 4th? again, in London’s Leicester Square. I didn’t cry (untilafterwardshush), this time he made eye contact with me, smiled and said “Oh wow, The Ginger Man!” since that is what I had brought to get signed. He was supposed to be making it into a film… THOUGHT YOU’D SIGNED A CONTRACT, DEPP. WHERE’S THE MOVIE. STOP MAKING FUCKING DISNEY AND BURTON FILMS PLZKTHX. I have a huge affection for him, but come on, fuck off, make some good films. Sweeney Todd was really good, but mostly due to Helena Bonham Carter and, to a slightly lesser extent, Alan Rickman. And the fact I saw it in the Odeon in Leicester Square. What else happened in 2006? Nothing else that I can really remember… Oh, I saw Take That 3 times, but that’s just a dream come true, is all. Got my When I Say tattoo on December 22nd, since that’s Vanessa Paradis’ birthday.
2007, what happened then… oh, that was last year. Hmm… well, I changed schools at the end of 2006, miraculously passed my Leaving Cert by pretending it wasn’t going to happen and watched films instead. I figured that would help, after all, I’d applied to study film in uni. Because I want to work in film. Which I never had an interest in before 11/11/2004. Basically, I got into the course I wanted to do, went away to uni, lived away from home, didn’t go to college coz education just doesn’t fit me plusthecoursewasshit, and failed. While failing, it left me a lot of time to watch films etc.
Left me a lot of time to join my first forum in a while: the Russell Brand fansite forum at the start of January 2008. People seemed normal at first, which surprised me; if you’ve dealt with crazed Johnny Depp fans, you’d understand. Then, someone dared to speak out of turn, and they were attacked. I stuck up for the person despite only having been there for 2 or 3 days. One other person defended them. They had an msn address in their profile. I added them. We talked about what was going on on the forum, she decided I wasn’t a psycho, and invited me to join the messageboard of the exiled from the Russell Brand forum. The link lead to a message board entitled “The Mighty Boosh”, which I knew to be a comedy show.
“Oh… but I don’t like The Mighty Boosh…”
“That’s okay, we don’t really talk about it anyway.”
“Oh, okay, deadly!”
“You should watch it though, it’s very good.”
“Hmm… maybe I will…”
And the rest, as they say, is fucking history. That person was Kirsten, who I am now moving to London with next year. The same London that I have been to 8 times so far this year. I have another tattoo to the collection, stating that life is deadly because it really really is. It has a Boosh skull in it, as much as a tribute to the amazing friends I have made (which includes you Sarah, happy????? xxxx) as it is a recognition of my new found raging lust for British comedy, and TV in general, which has overtaken my desire to work in film. For the moment, anyway. The Mighty Boosh is the second coming of Johnny Depp, only I’m older, wiser, and much much much less absolutely pathelogically psychopathic now. I am so enjoying the ride, so enjoying how much they are opening me up to, which also is represented (albeit small-ly) in the tattoo in the form of the “is” being in the font of Robots in Disguise, one of my hugest musical influences in recent times. Far be it from fainting when meeting them, I actually managed to speak to them and tell them how much they mean to me semi-articulately. YES I think they may have taken out a restraining order against me, but that’s hardly the point.
I’m not really sure what the conclusion to this blog is supposed to be. I suppose, I hope it somehow explains why I have a nice mini celebration every 11th of November. Here’s to many more, including next year’s on a dark Autumn evening in London, train/bus/tube/walking home from work to our flat. That is, if this blog doesn’t lead Kirsten to join on the restraining order bandwagon…
I’m not going to start doing “surveys” on my blog, but I thought this one might just be an interesting read. I may be severely mistaken but I’ll put my lovely “don’t read” tag on this so you can scroll on by.
Name your 10 overall top artists on last.fm:
01 Bright Eyes
02 The Bravery
03 IAMX
04 The Strokes
05 Robots in Disguise
06 Sneaker Pimps
07 Minus the Bear
08 The Smiths
09 The Magnetic Fields
10 Air
10 Vanessa Paradis
__What was the first song you ever heard by #6?:
6 Underground. So bizarre. I heard it years ago on a makeup tutorial video on youtube and fell in love with it but didn’t think much of the album. Never realised how much a part of my life they’d be years later. Sounds poncey but is true! I actually happened to be listening to them when talking to Kirsten for the first time and she said “Ah… Sneaker Pimps… you’ll fit right in” and I didn’t understand the gravity of that coincidence for some time!
__What is your favorite album of #2?:
Well, they only have two but I’d say probably the first, The Bravery. It’s more varied in regards to lyrics. The second album is really just the same sentiments over and over again. They’re a good band to listen to, they just don’t have my heart anymore.
__What is your favorite lyric that #5 has sung?
Oh gosh. I think all of Turn It Up is beautiful, but no single lyric from it. Let me think. Some of the stuff from Robots in Disguise (why do they all have eponymous albums, makes things awkward!) makes me cry. A lot of their stuff can make me cry actually, I think they put things in such a beautiful way. I know a lot of people don’t really connect with their lyrics even if they love them, but they “speak to me” so yeah. Oh, I really like the lyrics to We’re In The Music Biz, spesh “’til we say “Johnny Depp remixed us”, you SMS in delight and say “he’s definitely hype”", oh and the bit that makes me cry in that is
Stalk the journos ’round Reading
We got tagged in your mag as “Britain’s worst band”
‘Absolutely no talent’, ‘the most unsuccessful duo the UK has never known’
Hearing that being shouted by hundreds of adoring fans is something bizarre and moving. I don’t mean it in the “oh I’m so sad they don’t get more recognition”, it’s that these journalists will never know what joy this band brings to people’s lives, and it’s so evident right there when everyone is singing along, word for word. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it really gets me.
OH! Bed Scenes! “I feel stirred on this ascent to little death by your fingers”. Cheeky, witty and beautifully put.
Hi hey hello I’m gonna keep quoting lyrics so I’ll stop now.
__How many times have you seen #4 live?:
Just the once at Oxegen ‘06 when I wasn’t all that much of a fan. Was still brilliant though. Would love to see them in a really intimate setting like the Olympia, that would be killer. Don’t listen to them that much anymore but they’re very very very good.
__What is your favorite song by #7?:
Oh gosh. I don’t know the names of any of them but let me see… I know Menos El Oso is my favourite album. Probably Drilling or Fulfill The Dream or something cliche like Pachuca Sunrise or something. I love Monkey!!! Knife!!! Fight!!! as well. Honestly, I don’t know the name of their songs, they’re just the ones I’ve played most. Burying Luck is proper good as well.
__What is a good memory you have involving the music of #10?:
Air – seeing them at Oxegen. Probably the highlight of my Oxegen that year, think it was ‘07. It was epic.
Vanessa Paradis – listening to her non-stop and feeling so comforted by her words.
__Is there a song of #3 that makes you sad?:
S.H.E. can. And Skin Vision sometimes. SuzyQ :’( Depending on the mood, This Will Make You Love Again, but I’m not that type of person so I don’t have to worry. It’s fucking pretty sentiments though.
__What is your favorite lyric that #2 has sung?:
Hmm… possibly:
I carry your image always in my head,
folded and yellowed and torn at the edge
And I’ve looked upon it for so many years
Slowly I’m losing your face
and then also at the end of that song “and I lose your hand through the waves” FUCKING DAGGER RIGHT TO THE HEART. Kills me. Such a pretty song.
I’m stingy with words
All binge, no purge
What else… probably something from Tyrant…
Everytime you come around there’s a bouquet for me
A corsage of promises and I am pinned
__What is your favorite song by #9?:
Oh gosh. Well, it would have to be All You Ever Do Is Walk Away. It’s perfection, though most of what Stephin Merritt does is. Oh fuck I saw them live. Wowsa, that’s only really sinking in now. I’m gonna cry, loser!! Papa Was A Rodeo since I saw them live, that was ridiculous. Busby Berkeley Dreams. Really love Zombie Boy as well. These are all ones Merritt sings on… Book of Love. I do love California Girls though, that’s one I can think of that he doesn’t sing on. There’s such a huge back catalogue, they’re the ones that come to mind now.
__How did you get into #3?:
One word: Clusterfuck.
__What was the first song you heard by #1?:
Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh. Sent to me by Cathy after I picked a number at random and she decided that that would be the song she’d send me. Pretty much my first foray into independent stuff. I’ve never turned back.
__What is your favorite song by #4?:
Reptilia. Followed by Alone, Together. And then probably Modern Girls and Old Fashioned Men.
__How many times have you seen #9 live?:
Just the once. Didn’t think it would necessarily happen in my lifetime so I am supremo happy.
__What is a good memory you have involving #2?:
*reads* “Oxegen 2007 – remember us?” … “Yes I do remember you!” “This is dedicated to the two girls in the front.”
“WE SAW THE DRUMMAH IN SCHUH!” “Ya gotta enunciate.”
SHAMMY. <333333
__Is there a song of #8 that makes you sad?:
Sad? I wouldn’t say that actually, no. Rubber Ring makes me blub like a baby, but it doesn’t make me sad. I’m moved by The Smiths, but they don’t make me sad.
__What’s your favorite album of #5?:
Hmm… Robots in Disguise probably. It pretty much goes in chronological order, if you don’t count Mix Up Words and Sounds. Robots in Disguise, Get RiD! and We’re in the Music Biz. I adore them all though.
__What is your favorite lyric that #3 has sung?:
Oh gosh. Mr Corner. Herr CeeCee. There are so many.
Skin vision
Oh, and your leatherette eyes,
You make me cum
There’s glitter in the gutter
To silence what we come from
I know who you are
I know who you are
We can keep a secret
I know where you come from
*dies* That’s one of my favourite sentiments in a song ever. It’s so pretty.
We all want to fuck ourselves and rape the world
So the art of a cult will prevail
In vanity; not god, not love
Such a clever way of putting it, and I’m not quoting it coz it’s “rude”.
Your supermarket Jesus comes with smiles and lies
Where justice he delays is always justice he denies
…
If I have to switch the lights off, I wanna switch them off with you
and the whole point of “here is what the world is like. You might think you’re better off being cynical and without love, but when you fully realise how shit the world is and how much of your life is a sham, you’ll really have no option but to love because it’s the only thing that’s left, the only thing that’s pure.” I DIDN’T WRITE THE BLOODY SONG OKAY. I’M NOT EMO, I JUST ‘PPRECIATE IT.
__What is your favorite song of #1?:
Haligh, Haligh will always have a special place in my heart. The Calendar Hung Itself… is epic, as is Spent On Rainy Days. Middleman and The Movement of a Hand are so so so pretty. Amy In The White Coat and Lover I Don’t Have To Love are twisted and beautiful. Let’s Not Shit Ourselves and Kill Or Be Killed have had resonance recently.
__What is your favorite song of #10?:
Vanessa Paradis – When I Say. Hands down. I adore her music but nothing compares to When I Say. Hiya have a visual representation of a lyric from it tattoo on my neck kthxbai.
Air – probably Somewhere Between Waking and Sleeping, but again, it’s Neil Hannon/Jarvis Cocker/Air so like obviously it’s gonna stand out.
__How many times have you seen #8 live?:
Nevaaaaaaaarrrrrr :’(
__What is your favorite album of #1?:
I don’t know to be honest. I adore them but the albums are hit and miss. Actually, it would be Fevers and Mirrors, but after that, I couldn’t tell you.
__What is a great memory you have concerning #9?:
Oh gosh. Seeing them live? I don’t know, there’s no specific event that ties me to them, which is something that I love because for once I *don’t* have a huge melodramatic backstory about one of my passions. Stephin Merritt is just insanely talented, that’s all I can really say on the matter.
__What was the first song you heard by #8?:
Oh gosh. I quite simply couldn’t tell you. I’m sure it was This Charming Man or something equally as normal. Probably was “How Soon Is Now?” as it appears on the start of Charmed actually. What a lovely note to end on. No pun intended.
It’s probably not been an hour since I’ve last “updated”, but I’m hoping this little update will help me deal a bit better.
This isn’t an Obama blog.
Proposition 8. Fucking ridiculous to begin with, but it looks like it will be passed. As you’ll see from the question below, I’m not sure whether it has been passed yet or not, things seem to be a bit unclear. The No side are saying that the 3 million absentee ballots have to still be counted, but some other reports seem to think that it has already been passed and the absentee ballots won’t be counted. Whatever happens, the world is still very messed up.
I’ve been aware of Prop 8 for the past couple months because of Ellen DeGeneres and, for shame, Perez Hilton. It was nice and interesting to see how many people supported it and who but I thought all the fund raising was pretty unnecessary. Didn’t think it had a chance of passing. That’s not me being naive, I genuinely didn’t think there was that much prejudice in California.
Basically, what has really made me realise the lack of gay rights was Barack Obama’s win last night. It’s undeniable how far black people have come in the past century. (I would say all races are equal, but I’m sure that’s factually questionable; since I’m caucasian, I can’t really possibly understand what it’s like not to be white and be judged because of my race.)
Might be more than an hour since last update now, had a visit from my mother which opened the floodgates again.
As I said to her; think of it this way: gay people would be *just as* discriminated against as black people if they were born with a physical attribute of homosexuality. I think it’s safe to say that that’s pretty much fact. Black people pretty much had to fight for their rights because it was a case of kill or be killed. Gay people don’t have to make the same decision. They can hide the “colour of their skin”. (Obviously, slavery is a completely different ballgame because that’s got to do more with geography, where people landed and conquered, etc. I’m inarticulate, but hopefully you get my point.)
No-one can say gay people have the same rights as everyone else, because they don’t. They quite simply don’t. Why should one person have the right to get married and the other not? I know this is all a well worn argument, and I’ve backed gay rights for as long as I’ve been living, but it’s only yesterday and today that has really made me realise that gay people are not equal. How can we be living in the 21st century and still have second class citizens? As I said, it could be argued that all races aren’t equal, but at least they all have equal rights. I understand that a lot of people are treated differently because of their race; society’s fault, yes, but at least they have the same rights. Gay people don’t, and are also treated differently in society. The No side for Prop 8 basically said “we’re not trying to get equality, we don’t want your children to learn about how a lot of people live because we know that you fear people who are different, all we’re asking is that you allow us to keep our right to marry”.
I understand that some people argue against civil partnerships on the basis that two people of the same sex could enter into it like a contract and get whatever benefits or exemptions or whatever married people are entitled to that single people aren’t. Thinly veiled prejudice. Who says that two people of the opposite sex can’t do exactly the same thing?
On the same note, I’d really love it if someone could inform me of the legal implications of straight marriage. I’ve researched a bit and it seems that there are certain vows you have to say. Are you basically vocalising a contract, or are they just for show/tradition? What *precisely* are you agreeing to and legally stating when entering into marriage?
As I said, I don’t know if any of this makes sense or even if I’ve finished the point I’ve tried to make, but I needed to say something. I’m so sad about the whole thing, not specifically Proposition 8 but my own blindness to how gay people are treated and the sudden realisation of the type of world we live in that people can be denied rights based on who they fall in love with.
Has it been passed or are they counting the 3 million absentee ballots?
That’s it really.
Though I would like to say that I think it’s extremely unhealthy that me and Kirsten both go for the same people at the same time. I mean, we have pretty similar taste but we seem to always go a bit rah for the same person at the same time. I know that it’s Dead Set that has awoken this one at least. Mmm. Zombies.
I’ll do a proper update when I can be arsed. I’m sick, and sick of talking about Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross, but I’ll inevitably have to do an update including that whole debacle so I’ll do it when I’m arsed.
Shitnuts, now that I’ve started writing, I kinda just want to get it out of the way. But I also really wanna brush my teeth and go to bed and watch possibly Nathan Barley, or some such.
Hygiene and eye candy wins.
‘night.
