little town lights

I’ve been too’in and a fro’in around the country and I moved again two streets up because my old landlord was a nasty hag of a woman threw me out so she did…alright I didn’t pay my rent for a couple of months and I sort of got a cat even though it wasn’t in my contract and maybe ruined the lounge carpet but COME ON! What happened to freedom of expression!? Right, let me explain how much I hate estate agents. What’s WITH them? Does anyone know a genuinly nice estate agent? Alright alright, some are nice. I went to view about 20 different flats over the weekend and every estate agent was either dead inside, rude or loopy. Fair enough, I like the loopys. Our first apparently used to be ‘on the door’s’ and got sacked because he killed a man and he lead us to what used to be a prison cell for an 80 year old hacker and tried to tell me it was 675 a month! PAH!  I can’t get past a level on rhythm paradise and it’s really upsetting alright? I think my ds is either broken or the game is broken because I’m really doing it perfectly, I’ve got 16 medals for god sake - is this what I deserve???

I’ve been too’in and a fro’in around the country and I moved again two streets up because my old landlord was a nasty hag of a woman threw me out so she did…alright I didn’t pay my rent for a couple of months and I sort of got a cat even though it wasn’t in my contract and maybe ruined the lounge carpet but COME ON! What happened to freedom of expression!?

Right, let me explain how much I hate estate agents. What’s WITH them? Does anyone know a genuinly nice estate agent? Alright alright, some are nice. I went to view about 20 different flats over the weekend and every estate agent was either dead inside, rude or loopy. Fair enough, I like the loopys.
Our first apparently used to be ‘on the door’s’ and got sacked because he killed a man and he lead us to what used to be a prison cell for an 80 year old hacker and tried to tell me it was 675 a month! PAH!

 I can’t get past a level on rhythm paradise and it’s really upsetting alright? I think my ds is either broken or the game is broken because I’m really doing it perfectly, I’ve got 16 medals for god sake - is this what I deserve???

(Source: atmosphre)

Winter still persists - metaphorically also. I can’t even pretend to have insomnia because yeah I suppose it does sound quite cool, you know those fancy edward norton style characters that like to jazz up the sound of themselves with a little fib. I can’t - I sleep everyone. A lot. I work a lot, I sleep a lot and I potter about a lot, no one said being a gilkison was easy. If you can spot the reference link there you SHOULD be reading this blog because you are my kind of person.I watched a good poem on def jam the other week called my space, it was all about how we exploit ourself and give the people our information and how time itself will stop untill everyone recieves a reply to the bebo comment for we are all robots. Well it had that sort of theme anyway and yeah, I got it. Yeah, I heard that sister but I can’t jump off the bandwagon now becuase then I’d be jumping into a whole new area of isolation that my dramatic childhood forbid - that’s a joke. All be it not funny.Here we are May, where have you been hiding summer you swine. Sort it out global warming. What’s rattling my cage this era you ask. I could go on and on about bank charges but I have exhausted the situation, especially to halifax you money grubbers.You know I was in Germany, Amsterdam and Oslo. It was good, the weather stayed good and in Oslo of all places I got a little burnt. I packed ear muffs for that place man, what a let down. It is as expensive as you think but nice all the same. Germany was wonderful as ever, I like the germans. They are organised you know, something goes down and they are onto it faster than you can say weinershnitzel. Do you know they have nuclear bunkers in most of the stations in Berlin? That’s prepared. Oh but the war you say, the nazi’s you say. It’s alright though, we can forgive mindless killing and cold heartedness - HELLO AMERICA.Yeah yeah, I heard myself be that predictable. So! What am I doing? What am I listening to? What did I have for tea? You don’t care. you are reading this for two reasons - 1) you are looking to find something or 2) you have forgotten who ][ was in your friends list. I can deal with that. I’ve moved in. Yes I have, by myself to a glorious flat. Apart from the problem of a DIY addict below me everything is smooth so far, I have the cook books, I have the fireplace, I have the cat. Everything to prepare me for a life alone. I sort of kid there, I don’t plan that - I have idea’s of other people around me, I have idea’s. Did anyone watch megastructers about the ice hotel in sweden? Only me? Thought so, I’ll ruin the ending then - it melts.Am I the only one that just doesn’t like the staff in H&M? Ok that’s not fair, I don’t know them nor have I met every employee but the general idea still stands. Stop sulking you lot - even the people at urban outfitters give us a smile. Why has good service been moved out of the picture so employers can employ droopy cool people? Because they want to attract the droopy cools maybe, I don’t know. All I’m saying is in marks and spencers - shit’s genuine. All I’m saying.Oh and the other day in tesco instead of being served I was caught in the exteme bitching session about ‘tracy’ who was told NEVER TO COME BACK. I don’t need to know these things, I just want my hummous, scented candle and overpriced fresh bread and get out. The superviser joined in as well, had I not been trained in the faithfull ways of somerfield I might overlook this but if I was in charge chitter chatter while serving customers would be a sackable offence. And then everyone would hate me and I’d cry myself to sleep.

Winter still persists - metaphorically also.

I can’t even pretend to have insomnia because yeah I suppose it does sound quite cool, you know those fancy edward norton style characters that like to jazz up the sound of themselves with a little fib. I can’t - I sleep everyone. A lot.
I work a lot, I sleep a lot and I potter about a lot, no one said being a gilkison was easy. If you can spot the reference link there you SHOULD be reading this blog because you are my kind of person.
I watched a good poem on def jam the other week called my space, it was all about how we exploit ourself and give the people our information and how time itself will stop untill everyone recieves a reply to the bebo comment for we are all robots. Well it had that sort of theme anyway and yeah, I got it. Yeah, I heard that sister but I can’t jump off the bandwagon now becuase then I’d be jumping into a whole new area of isolation that my dramatic childhood forbid - that’s a joke. All be it not funny.

Here we are May, where have you been hiding summer you swine. Sort it out global warming. What’s rattling my cage this era you ask. I could go on and on about bank charges but I have exhausted the situation, especially to halifax you money grubbers.

You know I was in Germany, Amsterdam and Oslo. It was good, the weather stayed good and in Oslo of all places I got a little burnt. I packed ear muffs for that place man, what a let down. It is as expensive as you think but nice all the same. Germany was wonderful as ever, I like the germans. They are organised you know, something goes down and they are onto it faster than you can say weinershnitzel. Do you know they have nuclear bunkers in most of the stations in Berlin? That’s prepared. Oh but the war you say, the nazi’s you say. It’s alright though, we can forgive mindless killing and cold heartedness - HELLO AMERICA.

Yeah yeah, I heard myself be that predictable.

So! What am I doing? What am I listening to? What did I have for tea? You don’t care. you are reading this for two reasons - 1) you are looking to find something or 2) you have forgotten who ][ was in your friends list. I can deal with that.

I’ve moved in. Yes I have, by myself to a glorious flat. Apart from the problem of a DIY addict below me everything is smooth so far, I have the cook books, I have the fireplace, I have the cat. Everything to prepare me for a life alone. I sort of kid there, I don’t plan that - I have idea’s of other people around me, I have idea’s. Did anyone watch megastructers about the ice hotel in sweden? Only me? Thought so, I’ll ruin the ending then - it melts.

Am I the only one that just doesn’t like the staff in H&M? Ok that’s not fair, I don’t know them nor have I met every employee but the general idea still stands. Stop sulking you lot - even the people at urban outfitters give us a smile. Why has good service been moved out of the picture so employers can employ droopy cool people? Because they want to attract the droopy cools maybe, I don’t know. All I’m saying is in marks and spencers - shit’s genuine. All I’m saying.

Oh and the other day in tesco instead of being served I was caught in the exteme bitching session about ‘tracy’ who was told NEVER TO COME BACK. I don’t need to know these things, I just want my hummous, scented candle and overpriced fresh bread and get out. The superviser joined in as well, had I not been trained in the faithfull ways of somerfield I might overlook this but if I was in charge chitter chatter while serving customers would be a sackable offence. And then everyone would hate me and I’d cry myself to sleep.

(Source: reckless--ecstasy)