More Brainvomit

A couple of food-based discoveries today.

Cherry bakewells seem much nicer when you take off the pastry around the edges, a bit like when you eat a Twix top down.
It seems that the rougher the neighbourhood, the better the chips they sell. Even if the person at the counter can't count for shit and takes 30 minutes to cook a saveloy.

Not a great idea to go into your old church once you've completely abandoned religion, especially when they don't know this and keep asking you to come to special events or to play guitar for them sometime. A lot of people seem to be who they are only because of their family. If I wasn't brought up a Christian I probably wouldn't have ever been a one. I imagine many hate me because of what I did now but at least I feel comfortable now.

more important than that, look at this origami penguin I made:


Stay chilled.
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Cutlery Thief

Who is more busy than he who hath least to do?
-John Clarke

Thanks to iGoogle home page for that one.

So I've walked upstairs and I can't for the life of me think why, the half-empty milk bottle is in the dishwasher and the drunk glass is in the fridge. It's not even that early in the morning and I know I'm too young to have alzheimers. I'm wiping the dust off some shitty Christmas presents and old books from years back so I can sell them in a car boot sale for New York spending money.
I'm really looking forward to New York, only three and a bit weeks left now.

There's not much to think about right now. I don't have a job because I don't need the money and I'm busy enough with school anyway. I don't drive because I don't need to drive because the bus and my legs work fine. I don't have a girlfriend because they're usually too much trouble. I'm not looking at university cause I'm no bloody rush to go to one. I don't have many interests and the ones I do have aren't very interesting anyway. Yes I'm pretty much the most uninteresting person on earth right now.

Yes I have asked about having a party round Halloween, no results as yet. Just a lot of 'oooh, I don't know' s.

Wilson has lengthened his criminal record by wandering into next door's house and stealing a wooden spoon. Well done again Wilson.

Half past six in the morning is not a good time to get lost and accidently walk halfway to town in a partially hungover state.

Oh balls, why must you text questionairres to me T-Mobile? What a rubbish ordeal that is, and I know if I don't text back random answers (I can't see the questions because of my broken screen even if I did give a shit, which I don't so I would've just texted random answers anyway) someone with the strangest accent on earth will ring me and ask the questions again in the most boring way a man with the strangest accent on Earth can and I'll tell him to just leave me alone. I don't think that last text was a question so I think I just texted '5' to 'Thank you for your participation in this survey'. Oh well.

I had to watch season 2 of True Blood online didn't I? I really wish I could've waited till it aired here but I ended up watching the first one and had to continue because it so brilliant and this series is so enticingly strange. I'll miss discussions in between episodes and reading The Guardian' s weekly blogs but I can tell you all that season 2 so far is better than the first, more blood, sex and scary and lots more wierd.

What's the positive(red) image in this teaser poster, is it a guy with a funny beard spitting or something or just nothing?
hmm...




stay true
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Strange Times

"And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Two things are on my mind at the monent: Cobwebs and helicopters.
I can't seem to walk past a tree or lampost anymore without feeling a strange itch on my head and realising yes I've only got a bloody cobweb on me again. I really hope someone else feels the same cause I'm sure the leggy bastards are out to get me.
And why is it that there are helicopters outside my house that seem to be flying lower and lower. I'm seriously starting to consider moving my bedroom downstairs just in case. I'm trying to watch Never Mind the Buzzcocks on BBC iPlayer for christsake. And oh look, bloody Simon Amstell's gone as well as old Bill. WHEN WILL THE TORTURE END?

Also, I need some magazine articles of HOT NEW BANDS, or particularly several articles about the same HOT NEW BAND for Media. Solo artists would be just as good mind. I've got The Noisettes, La Roux (a duo apparantly) and Paloma Faith in mind, but as it turns out, finding three different articles on one artist is prrretty bloody hard. Ach, screw journalism, I should have done a film instead.

Rate my pretentious shite and I'll give you sweeties.

Stay fabulous
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