Abnormally Attracted To Sin.
She Undoes Herself For A Slice Of Your 3.14
Well aquainted with the art of faux pretentiousness.
Zombie Killer.
Gore.
And a whole bunch of other stuff.
Deal with it, rock and roll.
Grasp That With Both Hands... And Fuck It To Death.
I’m high. I’m drunk.
I am happy.
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could win this win-less fight
Maybe it isn’t all that funny
That I’ve been fighting all my life
But maybe I have to think it’s funny
If I want to live before I die
And maybe it’s funniest of all
To think I’ll die before I actually
See
That I am exactly the person that I want to be.
Fuck yes.
I am exactly the person that I want to be.
"Well I didn’t pass.
I don’t like waiting. I’d go back to sleep but it’s too hot. I’m going to finish watching extremely loud and incredibly close and then probably fuck about in town for a while. Today is a creative day so I have to buy blank CDs etc. today I shall endeavour to be productive. I can’t promise I will be but the intentions there, and we all know the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Skroddle da da.
Right this second. THIS split second. I am so incredibly angry, I havnt been this angry for a very long time.
Its not to do with the job.
If I don’t pass I think I’ll kill myself. I’m not actually going to kill myself but I will categorically not be getting out of bed tomorrow. This means way to much to me now. I can’t fuck this up. I totally fudged the interview though.
I haven’t passed. I’m sure of it.
Stood on a corner in Putney. Red skinny jeans, black shirt, wonderful boots and glasses to cover up my bridge piercing. Listening to Amanda fucking Palmer to calm down and looking like a rent boy. Amanda, get me through this, I beg you!!
Big scary management assessment day or MAD as they amusingly call it in Nandos. I’m sat on a conservatory eating breakfast whilst there’s a chirpy hum of opera music going on. I’ve thrown up twice this morning from nerves and the bananna on my plate is pleading for me to put it out of its misery.
