good afternoon world
or is it. i dont know. watched 'death in gaza' on tv last night and realised how much everything sux. yes i know that im sounding all adolescent (hey im only just out of it, i cannae help meself) but it all did just seem very pointless. and i cried. feel its time to kick some war mongering butt all the way to peaceville.
made it home off campus in another sunnypatch last week, but the vespa adventures continued this week with 2 emergency stops and a huge faux pas at a roundabout. my driving etiquette leaves much to be desired methinks. took my exam yesterday. im glad its done but who can say how well? think a little bit more (any? some?) revision wouldve helped...
god i hate beans. all of them. damn pulses and their nasty proteiny properties. why am i anti supplements? o lord. o o o o that shakespeherian rag. beans for breakfast lunch and t. well not quite. but i did end up blending them with parsley to make pasta sauce. robin (girl) said it was nice but i think she was just humouring me after the vegan cake fiasco.
check out my shitty night last nite. post exam i drove home, interviewed some girls about traumatic events for the paper and watched disturbing tv. thanks for your love mi amigos, will not be relying on u lot for a celebratory post exam night next time.
but apart from that the weekend went, today has almost finished, and i might (just might) get to see guitarwolf tomorro night (hold your breath). if not, a birdy informs me dpl is happeneing (prince albert as usual).
we are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.
or so they say.
when the post office admit they stole my shoes and give them back i will rleease the chief executives dog and stop sending him pictures of me sexually abusing his 4 year old daughter. but until then, the mayhem continues.
maybe c y'all tomorrow if you've pulled up your proverbial socks.
jess. jess. jess. jess.
xxx