fucking brilliant song
tuesday mornings at the nursery, in the autumn sunshine, grading and re-potting plants, its a really nice start to the day
awesome things happen when all your others friends retreat to their beds
when the music is bad and the company selective, hotbox.
seventeen months love/loss
we really do have a stalker. same car has been parked in our drive twice today. the man just sits there smoking until someone comes home and beeps their horn at him or he feels like a big mac. he was also here about three days ago, fagging away like a fuck. i dont want to approach him with no less than a kitchen knife, bow and arrow, golf club, body armour, nunchucks. he’s probably reading this now like the creeper he is.
