young money

today was awesome, read it and weep numero uno. Now i know what your thinking, can four people over the age of ten really have a good time in lazer quest?, the answer is a resounding yes.

oh maaannn

hello blogosphere, i've been real lax on here but i'll try to keep things up as a few people have told me they actually read this thing.

here are some inspiring text messages:

"sod wolf"

" the conductor shouted all aboard the drunksville express but you decided to stay in sobershire, i'll send you a postcard from sleepy town"

"by some turn of events i'm at a miss dynamite gig"

"SEPUKU why bring this dishonor on your family?"

"demon! otanaku! we must cleanse you soul!"

"in my country honour is earned through rice consumption"

" don't wrestle a pig in mud, you'll get dirty and the pig will like it"

"catholic chunder"

i am getting serious meat guilt nowadays i might have to wimp out again and stop chewing my way up the food chain.

picasso

picasso was a small man, no more then five foot four. This may have explained his obsession with the large

why i talk about mike tyson so much

disrespect this man all you like but in the ring their has been no equal, pure dedication and skill he would literally eat ali's asshole alive.

anyway pretty boring day today just saving myself up for my trip to brighton seeing all my old friends destroy myself and then re-build my life big tings a gwanin

sore

Today has mostly sucked, after going to a boxing class yesterday on only around 4-5 hours sleep i got home and was pissed off and super tired, the instructor was yelling at me and i felt like killing his incompetent ass. this morning i felt massively groggy and have felt completed drained and slightly ill all day,

ON THE PLUS SIDE bought myself a book by mr. brett easton elliss, my first one of his, and a little zine from my local bookshop owner jason who treats my entirely differently every time i go into his bookshop and forgets my name and face, not in a bad way i just think the dude has memory issues.

So what did today mean for mother cyprus and her future prodigal son? nothing really, i booked my tickets for a train ride home at insanely un permitting hours and read and slept, not productive, not enjoyable, nothing but a reminder to do more tomorrow.

greatest heavyweight that ever lived

This blog is the phoenix rising from the ashes of my other shitty blog which was full of deleted posts of self indulgent rants which no one, not even myself read.

"Unlike many novels, none of the characters or incidents in this book are imaginary. any one not finding sufficient love interest is at liberty, while reading it, to insert whatever love interest he or she may have at the time. the writer has attempted to write an absolutely true book to see whether the shape of a country and the pattern of a months action can, if truly presented, compete with a work of imagination."

Well, don't take that quote literally, but i like to think hemingway would approve. After i get to grips with my camera you can see videos of my life too. See you tomorrow.