I abandoned you, didn't I? okay, sorry. Tumblr just seems more entertaining..
www.solemnsun.tumblr.com :)
Here's my face quite recently with T.
I still haven't quite recovered from her birthday weekend.
I got so high I thought my blanket was an invisibility cloak, and i chased a fox through a park at 4am singing elvis and elton john.
Never again.
"if wit was shit you'd be constipated."
i think they were trying to say by not shitting i have no wit to give.
i prefer to think that i'm in fact stuffed full of wit that i just refuse to share because it's wasted on people who say shit like that.
there.
i wonder how much more incredible music would exist if people like dimebag were still alive. how many more songs would have been created that would have inspired other artists too...
i still can't wrap my head round the multiverse theory :/
i woke up to find the dinner i apparently made when i got in at 4am all over my floor. i currently have earings in my nose because i also woke up without my septum/nose rings in, because i got my nose broken in the UK Subs crowd last night. it was intense. pretty much loved it. I took £40 out last night and woke up with 30p in my pocket and a vague sense of regret.
speaking of vague memories, I apparently promised ray pissed i would pay for her hevy ticket if she goes with me. whut?
ps this is my breast. it apparently has jamie oliver's signature on it. not the chef, before you say that. that's kinda cool, but i don't remember anything about it, so at what point i presented that man with a sharpie and my breasts, i do not know - and if i'm honest, i really don't want to either :/ the SHAME.