My bad?

When you are usually a strict follower of your own personal morals you can be just a little bit evil sometimes.....if the joke isnt taken too far.

Song - Brick
Artist - Ben Folds Five

Story line

Awake and ready to leave the house at a social hour for a Saurday and decompression ticket in the mail started the day off in good stead. Although you can never go shopping too early at this manic time of year and after crossing enough off my to do list and loosing the will to live I got the noisy bus home.

Thats enough effort for one day.

Incoming baseline alert

Decadence is seeing Mr Scruff 2 weeks in a row....



Oh yes

And todays passage is....

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
and She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Alot of hair

A to B

So I was thinking....

Is my official form of transport a yellow submarine?

Serve Chilled

This past week I have mostly been hiding away. Its also been quite amusing at times.

For instance, yesterday I decided to catch some flies for the spider that has taken to living among Lucifer (Devils Ivy which takes over our kitchen) who is still in costume cobwebs from our halloween bash. although I do like the stars which are hanging from her think we should keep those on. Well I was uneventful in my search for flies and I figured House Muva is going to kill it when she gets back anyway. Leave it to its own munch. That was probably the only really constructive thing I did that day.

I also woke to a feeling I hadnt felt in a while. I woke up feeling nothing. I couldnt give a fuck about anything, not even to open those curtains. Serious bad vibes on the initial waking up thoughts. That scared the shit out of me. Now when your day progresses and you begin to feel like that then its managable. But to wake up and feel like that then if you have been there you-know-what-im-talkin-about.

Shauna and I 'pottered' for 6 hours on Saturday. Both pausing to sit down when Radio 4 caused our brians to become heavy and had to sit down quite a bit.

I was misunderstood by a boy.

Scruff is playing at the Arches. Fucking damn you cheeky chappy DJ! Play in Edinburgh....geeez. Glasgow is a bastard to get home after a gig but its ever so slightly worth it.

Father - Daughter relationship is once again on a shoogly hook. His 50th Birthday bash really is going to be in a Shamless style and really I should be thankful for this entertainment in my life. I have aunts and uncles I'm supposed to know, grand parents I dont get on with, little sister, her mum and my dad in the same room. Just stand back and just watch that baby blow. oh yeah and no where to stay. But no I cant get the last train home....Because ur ma daughter and I dont get to see you and aghh the inability to ever see my point of view. Oh and while your at it whats Standard Lifes shares cos I have 500. Dad....I dont fucking know.

Decom....woohooo.

Decom...oh shit.

Work feels like slave labour and I will soon be unable to keep up with demands with my current head space. Those great good intentions that I mutter to myself every night.....get an early start in the morning. Not now I have HEATING in my room.

And ending of course on a positive......scored a sewing machine.

Audial Pleasure no....fuck knows what

It can only be shared.

Song - Surface to air
Artist - The Chemical Brothers