He's not heavy, he's my brother

I love him to death...i really do...he is one of my favourite people in the universe

but tom cruise in top gun would have rejected those sunglasses for being too big

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also f.a.o gavin and only gavin

it was just easiest this way...i like the draw strings...god i love 90's nostalgia

"STOP!!!//ahhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh haaaaaa"

Now i think its alright to feel inhuman, now i think thats a r-i-i-i-ot

3.30

"well, jonathan, wednesday crew drinks?"

"aye, i probably have enough time for one"

7.30

"so i had a chat last night"

"what kind of chat"

"a we need to talk chat"

"how'd that end"

"we broke up"

"shit one, sorry man"

"so here's what im saying...if it comes down to it, the rip?"

"im ever so sorry, but having enjoyed a few too many social beverages last night im not sure it would be clever of me to partake in, as you have called it the rip...tally ho."

i dont know how to be this man...but this is very much the man i need to be

im almost convinced my teeth are hungover

fuck that shit

"from one moment to the next, 1000 wasted brooklyners all depressed//the ins and outs of supper's chest//he'll only be your friend if he touches your breasts"

A kiss to say goodmorning//and a kiss to say goodnight//its not perfect but it sounds alright

cos its not like i know what else to do with the next year...aye...oh you'll miss me dammit...you'll miss me good...its just like kylie minougue said





<> I know its my fault...how about you cunt away off?


<> "i wish a man would arise in me//so the man i am would cease to be" that may be a slight mis-quote...as if im arsed going all the way over to the Tennyson book to check


<>just in case quoting poetry was all getting a bit much for you, some english class discussions...english classes are increasingly a joke


"did you read that book?//aye it was pretty grim for a while but then two girls almost get their lezz on"...the derryness of some people astounds me


"no, of course i dont relate, i dont have a problem with my dad, she clearly fucking did....fuck, sorry...carried away" three weeks of sylvia plath clearly took its toll on ryan



<> noise at night time...why thats how hitler started the nazis...aye


<>there are few things as forlorn as seeing the last cigarette in a packet broke in two by an oncoming fat girl refusing to adjust her stomping route...well there's one...seeing an attempt to smoke said cigarette by holding it together with spit


<>wait...what?...i thought we didnt talk...oh disco hair...how you confuse me


<>one of these days the concept of a wednesday fuck will be understood...one day




"forget those jobs, ive had them all//forget the brawl gone unresolved//forget the rent, you know ive spent it all?//on excessive alcohol"


because im moving to mexico...well...really i just love the blood arm more than should be possible for a band of their obvious deficiencies

This is not the pre-summer i was anticipating...

--If this cold does not die soon...something will



--This new phone is nat helping my mid-life crisis...i cannot make the change from nokia to ericsson...i feel like my granny no doubt did when we all tried to push her away from vhs and towards dvd




--I may be watching too much Curb Your Enthusiasm...ive started to revel in the awkwardness of my everyday life...not sitting in a room full of derry people with nowt to say tho...thats getting a little TOO awkward


--With it being a mere four days post birthday it is a poor time to say this...but i need these items in my loife















my love of all things psychotic yellow is getting a bit much...no doubtaboutit




--I cant wait to finish my degree and go back to reading things i choose to read...eleven kinds of loneliness looks a good read...i shall spend tomorrow reading some nabokov critical fiction...sigh



--While...yes...i may have been horribly drunk...gawd i do love gavikins so...the state of some of those pill heads...tsk tsk


--Speaking of my love of gavin...the house situation...this is...well...this is just not great, is it...its not cricket...thats fo' sho




*rant*

i may not come home for an age...i mean really...thats an awful lot of complaining...mostly about me never coming home...im home more often than most people i know...oh the horrible irony

*rant*



--im not sure i can take a kanye and radiohead feud...it'd be like if those shoes fell out with that watch


--its not my imagination...white lies are shit, yeah? good



"I'll never have a change of heart,My swan will never sing//I have no heart, the swan is gone//And now I wear the wings//You know I dreamed about you//For 29 years before//I saw you//You know I dreamed about you//I missed you for 29 years"