Beards coming along nicely. Starting to get back to looking a little more like Dallas…
Look who’s talking is actually terrifying!
A short story…
I saw his smug face on the train, he always makes me mad.Today i spilled my coffee in the pandemonium to get on, he’s still smirking.I spilled coffee all over my favourite jumper, everyone is smirking. Sometimes i feel like punching him. I’ve seen him 4 times this week each time he’s more smug. I squeeze past a banker reading the metro like no one else exists and move in to the space near the window. I like the cold breeze on the back on my neck, the rest of the carriage is like a sauna. I hate it here.
You see the films like Notting hill and think oh London looks great. I hate it here. Fuck i hate that film. This guy reminds me of Hugh Grant…He’s still Smirking… Maybe if i just casually walk over and punch him I’ll feel better. Covent Garden, his stop. Tomorrow I’ll do it, or maybe Saturday. The tourists might get in the way mind. Doors have closed now anyway he’s gone, still looking like a smug bastard most likely. I’ll just lower my head and read the paper, put Belle and Sebastian on. Only another hour to go…I fucking hate it here.
Waddup
Well i haven’t done this in a while…Well i guess i year? Too hipster for Tumblr clearly…Maybe? So now do i just post pictures of bands no one really likes? Or models i think are hot? Or do i say meaningful things? I don’t know…Do i keep talking in the sarcastic manner until i give up and use some Arcade Fire lyrics to convey how i feel? I’m not stooping that low but um here is a nice picture until i figure out what the hell i’m going to post on this site which makes me so individual but in reality makes me just like everyone else…Anyone else miss myspace? PC4PC anyone?
Screw the picture…Heres a band you’ll never have heard off…GOML
