What is this thing on about? I blatantly have no bad habbits….
It’s like that philosophical question: If a tree falls in the forest, and I’m not there, and it makes a sound, but I don’t hear it, but someone records it and plays it back to me at a dinner party, does that mean I’m still in the forest? And if I am, then why can’t I just take a piss in the garden rather than queuing for the toilet? And that’s if the toilet even exists, I’ve been trying to use it all fucking night. I’m starting to doubt the existence of the toilet quite frankly at this stage of the proceedings. Get a portaloo is what I’m saying. If you’re going to have a party of that size, get a portaloo. ‘Cause I don’t want to spend my entire fucking evening in the corridor. And if philosophy can solve those questions, then it’s worth it. But thus far it can’t. So I’m fucking busting, and what’s Plato doing about it? Nothing.
Sleep! Today has been exhausting, been up since half 7 for an exam I really didn’t wanna do.
Ummm, I don’t do photography, ever. So I have no pictures. I have instagram, but the day anything I have on instagram is classed as photography will be a sad day indeed.
I have very few pictures on my computer, this one has to be the one that makes me smile the most though, well I say smile, laugh. But still!
Ummmmm, I’m quite good at eating. :)
First flatmate leaving tomorrow, this time next week it’ll just be me in the flat by myself for like 12 days, this is scary and weird and wrong :’(
“give it up dag, that thing’s a potential killer. just look at these lab results!”