Bruised ribs.
Make up stains.
My room is a shit tip.
Random photo's will float around the internet about me.
My eyes are heavy.
My feet hurt.
I got threatened with rape in the boys toilets.
All in all.
My Halloween Rocked
Right, Zombies.
In their heads, are they all "Oh for fucks sake, why am I eating this dog?" and shit.
Like, they're normal people.
But eating other living creatures.
Think about it.
Ooooo, I've got alot to say today.
Concidering she looks like she's a dick head.
She's a stunner.
Has a proper good presence infront of a camera.
Shame about the other one though.
You know what?
I'd love to be on the Guard's for this place.
It has to be hard, though.
I love to snoop, and have found 3 people with filthy pictures who're underage for it.
They're lying, but, I'm a very curious person, and investigate.
Heh.
Ah well.
Maybe I'll go up for it?
I just have no idea at all how to do that shit.
Gah. Why did I tie my hair back? I never tie my hair back to go to bed.
I also hate when my fingers smell of weed.
I hate that bitch.
Also.
I just got in from a Burlesque show.
It was so awesome!
There was this Sailor Girl to start with, she danced to "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair" first, then got drunk on pretend rum and stripped off. It was hot.
Then we had a fan dancer girl, which was chool.
I dunno, I only really paid attention to the Sailor Girl's skits. She was called Lucy......some
You know what?
I'm going into town tomorrow.
I'll blog better then when I know who the fuck I just went to see.
Oh, yay. Just ordered my film developing tank.
It's a vintage 1970 Paterson System 4 B&W 35mm Developing Tank.
I can't wait.
:D
I just googled you.
How funny is that?
You're not unique at all.
Which just makes me laugh.