i'll be the corpse in your bathtub

1. I cannot wait for my ipod...really though...super sexcited. I can finally go back to being unsocial when walking down the street, during car journeys, before lectures...in the living room. Seriously though, expect alot of conversations to be nipped in the bud with a swift point to the headphones, bliss. There is of course the obvious worry...where did my dad get all this money to throw around...well y'know money to throw around on me.



2. Now that i think of it dya know what would have made Saturday run a helluva lot smoother, an ipod...actually i would of settled for some headphones not attached to anything. AAAAAAAwkward



3. "I used to worry my wife was too good for me...then a part of her died...and look at us now"



4. Martha Wainwright playing a Queens organised event? Interview? Marriage proposals?



5.The lack of love for Entourage in the wider community baffles me.



6.I spent a considerable amount of time debating what my favourite e.p of all time was this week...then i thought i need more to do with my days...then i watched Dawson's Creek...oh Chad Michael Murry...you get eeeeeverywhere.



7.Everyone went away all of a sudden...eeep!



8. "dude, we're in castlewellan...actually in castlewellan...i cannot believe we are in castlewellan....actually castlewellan...WE'RE CITY BOYS IN CASTLEWELLAN!"



9. This picture actually makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit



also...did you really think Luka Modric's shirt would fit frank?


10. Im sure no-one else cares but the fact that the Jamaican sprint team were on performance enhancers really, really sickens me. The Olympics are a total sham at this point.


11. I love making mixtapes for people...i mean im not saying i want friends to run off to other countries regularly but i certainly appreciate this opportunity to make this therapeutic act more regular...this one is a doozy as well.



Dont say i dont give you people what you want, a whole post without mention of the greatest living Bulgarian tee em...well apart from just there...d'oh.




jay,
crack my skull, rearrange me