I've accidently left my wallet back home so it means i've got no cash until i go home on friday, well i've got a fiver but i'll have to save that for the bus home. It's gay-ass karma and her, ohh so funny sense of humour, having a great big laugh cause i said last week that i would never need a credit card. Well karma, you made your point, i could fucking do with one now.
It means that for this whole week (it's really only till friday, but still) i can't get any weed, not even any fags. It means that all i'm drinking is the few beers in the fridge and the little bit of whiskey in my room. It means i'm going to have to watch the Scotland game sober. It means i can't get drunk if they win, or more likely lose.
It means i'm going to have to pull out the old 5th year classic of licking and sticking someone else's stamp to sneak into the union on tuesday, realise how shit the music actually is, how ugly the girls actually are, and how drunk that state of "she's fine man, still standing up" actually is. It means i'll have to watch my drunken mates looking for that perfect girl, you know the sluttily dressed, up for anything, falling over themselves and looking to whore themselves out to any guy who'll buy them one drink (thats the going rate for whores in the union these days).
Well probally thats what'll happen, i've been clubbing once before without drinking, and that was the experience i was given, it makes you realise how shit clubbing actually is. But you never know, there could be a hula-hooping competition and my non-drunken state would secure me an easy victory, and the GB hula-hooping team scout could be in the crowd and i could end up in the world hula-hooping world championships.
But probally not. It'll probally be really shit night, i'll end up going home early, watch some late night poker, have a wank and end up in bed by 3.
At least i have tons of super noodles and beans, so i don't fucking starve. But man it's going to be tough, no fags or alcohol. It'll be like going to a detox clinic but watching everyone else have a great big fucking party.
If anyones looking for a fuck in glasgow, i think i'll start a wee prostitution buisness for the week. Females only.
Prices vary in direct proportion to your weight.
Tuesday 31 March 2009
Sunday 29 March 2009
Life is just a ride
Maybe life is a ride.
Enjoy yr ride. Take it fast, and ride it well. Do not think about what is after the ride and shit over anyone who tells you how to ride the ride. Do anything that will make you enjoy the ride and whatever will be fun because the ride is all about the fun. Ride as far as you can or as far as you want. When the fun stops you must leave the ride. Those are the rules of the ride, ignore them if you wish for it is yr ride.
Pugnaces mala,
Enjoy the trip.
Enjoy yr ride. Take it fast, and ride it well. Do not think about what is after the ride and shit over anyone who tells you how to ride the ride. Do anything that will make you enjoy the ride and whatever will be fun because the ride is all about the fun. Ride as far as you can or as far as you want. When the fun stops you must leave the ride. Those are the rules of the ride, ignore them if you wish for it is yr ride.
Pugnaces mala,
Enjoy the trip.
Student life
Being a student fucking rocks, like seriously shit hot. It's life the way it should be lived for all us people that aren't talented* enough to be living the rock life, on tour with the band. There is so much drink and women and drugs. Last night had me lying on the floor, almost passed out but in a weird drugged state where i still knew everything that was going on, trying my hardest to stand up, without whiteying, and walk over to the girl who had whispered in my ear earlier that she wanted to fuck me as soon as her boyfriend had left.
Unfortunately (especially for the ginger chick), i did not get a fuck, not even a drunken blowjob. I didn't even manage to stand up. I am told that the ginger chick also passed out somewhere after losing, badly and messily, a drinking contest.
I don't know what i am wanting to say, and i do not want to sound like an asshole who tells you what to believe in or how to live your life. But life is there to be lived, you have to grab it and shake it down hard till you have gotten everything you can from it. Then kill it and take anything that's left in its pockets.
peace out homies
x
*i debated with myself whether to say talented or lucky, because there are so many shit little bands out there who do not deserve/ should not be allowed to make music. But there are also some geniuses who have given me so much enjoyment from their music that i feel it would be disrespectful to feel that the only reason i do not share their fame is luck).
Unfortunately (especially for the ginger chick), i did not get a fuck, not even a drunken blowjob. I didn't even manage to stand up. I am told that the ginger chick also passed out somewhere after losing, badly and messily, a drinking contest.
I don't know what i am wanting to say, and i do not want to sound like an asshole who tells you what to believe in or how to live your life. But life is there to be lived, you have to grab it and shake it down hard till you have gotten everything you can from it. Then kill it and take anything that's left in its pockets.
peace out homies
x
*i debated with myself whether to say talented or lucky, because there are so many shit little bands out there who do not deserve/ should not be allowed to make music. But there are also some geniuses who have given me so much enjoyment from their music that i feel it would be disrespectful to feel that the only reason i do not share their fame is luck).
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