I will smile only to celebrate the end of this infernal headache. Until then, you can all assume I’m wearing this glum expression.
Check out the terrible haircut.
On the up side - London flat sorted!
LDN BBY.
Nearly.
Morning all. I’m at work, and I would happily kill two of my three students for a slice of vanilla cheesecake and a really good cup of black coffee.
LOOK how tidy everything is! (by MerlinTheYeti)
So that photo didn’t really sum up my excitement at my cleaning prowess. This video should help get my point across.
I have a very important phone call in one hour. Calmed the nerves by tidying and I’m shocked with the effectiveness of it.
This week has sucked on so many levels. I’m yelling because I just realised the guns aren’t even loaded (in an emulation of Dan Akroyd’s attempted suicide scene in Trading Places). No arguments about this being depressive or emo are welcome, it amused me and therefore is neither.
Stupid fucking guns. The one time I need them.
Oh hey, I remember this week. I wasn’t exaggerating, it really did suck.
I just interviewed this beautiful woman.
We had coffee and she insisted I have a go on her handmade ukelele, and then spoke for over an hour. SO much material to go through!
I visited my tumblr afterwards to find two lovely anons waiting for me too. Now calming down a bit in Covent Garden before having a bite to eat with some old friends. Oh life is good sometimes :)
Mind that time I interviewed Lisa Hannigan and it was the greatest day there ever was?
A joke for Bank (by MerlinTheYeti)
Being funny is sexy, and I’m no exception.
I have chronic funny bum
Chronic awful sense of humour, more like.
I’m a new kind of walrus. One with claws and opposable thumbs.
I jest, everything’s good. I just can’t stop yawning.
This actually wasn’t meant to be quite so intense but the fake yawn that I was photographing to illustrate my point got a bit out of hand.
Wednesday.
WHAT’S SO GOOD ABOUT IT.
Cant fucking sleep nyarrrrgh
