August 2011
Not in the best best of moods. I’m so glad that deciding to get drunk has distracted me from shit that has made me want to break shit. Argh!
Playing “I never”
Mike: “I’ve never given a rim job.”
I put my finger down
Me: “Oh shit… Wait!”
“I remember when you were in Year Twelve; you were the first to buy those black, thick framed glasses. After that, the trend hyped.”
—Lloyd Turner. (My Optometrist)
How It Feels. →
sparkiford.tumblr.com
I don’t have friends, and I hate that, but I like it too, it’s not okay, and at the same time it is. People are shit. and I’m done with them. basically. I don’t give a fuck anymore. If I’m sitting there telling you how crappy people are and I’m describing every single way you’ve ever treated…
“Drugs and music get me where I want to go now.”
—Ill Bill.
MY DREAM LAST NIGHT
I worked with Christian Troy, and Sean McNamara. (For all of you who don’t get the significance, I worked with the plastic surgeons from my favourite TV show Nip Tuck)
I apologise for all the shit I’ve reblogged lately. I hate doing it, but I’m really sick and in the middle of organising photoshoots before I pack my shit up and head back to Wagga Wagga. Fuck, I hate that place.
