Round Shiny Blog

So...

Never look forward to anything.

(Edit, see i fucking said in my last post, altho the events as to why were different.

"On the downside, if you cant tell im kinda looking forward to it and ive learnt to never look forward to anything cause itll come back and bite you in the balls.")

As most know, i didnt end up going to future yesterday, thanks matt.

I was all set for a big weekend, big bender, Sat night piss up, sunday piss up at the bowl, and monday i was gonna keep it goin.

But late sat night matt msgd me telling me we had to be back from future by 4pm, it didnt start till 12 midday so there was fuck all point going. So that was that, the rave ive looked forward to since... all fucking year was over before it even began, for me anyway.

Sounds like i didnt miss much, you know other than 10 hours of music so loud you couldnt even hear a bomb go off next to you, 2 stabbings, 30 odd drug arrests and a girl falling from a tree.

>_>

So my bender ended at 2am sunday morning. The only upside to that whole night was the chicken stir fry at mambos. and fuck fuck fuck i didnt preen that shirt. Thats my new shirt chris if that shit stains ima kill you 35547667345347567545 different painfull ways from sunday.

Sunday was a pretty cruisy day, i liked it. I did nothing, i lay in bed till 2 or so, then got up and took nat home went to amys and bummed then went home. Did nothing... :)

Today however was a wee bit different. I did housework. I can feel my tits getting bigger and my feet shrinking. Someone has to do the friggin house work round here, cause it sure as hell isnt going to be mum.

I nearly killed myself in the shower. I have a love hate relationship with that shower, its tried to kill me twice before. The first was just after we moved in and i was coming out of the shower, and i jumped onto the tiles and went straight down landing on the thin alloy strip that holds the doors on, my god that hurt back ni the day. These days the strip would either bend or dissapear forever in the massive arse coming down on it. The second time was when i had chicken pox and i passed out and slammed my mouth onto the hot tap, not only resulting in a mashed up lip, a sore head, and 2 cracked shower glass panels, but the friggin hot tap sent hot water over my passed out self, and to make it worse mum and nan rushed into the bathroom to pick up a naked lard arse.

This time however i escaped physically sound, however i prolly lost 4557567457834895734857958678945689668956739658698346923 million brain cells, altho thats assuming i had some to start with. I was cleaning the shower, and mum said, take yer clothes off, get in and squirt the cleaner and scrub, what she didnt tell me was the cleaner is caustic and gives off vile fumes and makes the eyes sting like a mofo, so here i am locked in the bathroom, in the shower scrubbing at the walls, hardly being able to breathe or see, and cause its slippery in there i nearly went arse over tit again like when i had the pox, my head went funny and i had to get out.

Stupid shower, but alas, its now clean, im not dead. (i know some would say thats a shame)


Ok this has been sitting here at this point for an hour and a half, its bed time and i cant think of anything else to say.

Catch