January 2011
7 posts
life really starts then.
doing whatever the fuck i want.
i love how at festivals things that aren’t acceptable anywhere else are suddenly expected of you.
such as smoking, and not just tobacco- i haven’t smoked ‘that’ in months, but yesterday whilst waiting for Airborne to take the stage-the person i love the most in the world (and hates me smoking with a passion) told me i should have a smoke when i was offered. so i did.
life...
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big day out.
Only happy when you’ve got it often makes you miss the journey
never believe anybody when they say “trust me” in the bedroom.
i always have lots in mind to write, until i look at this blank box and realize i can’t fill it.
moral of this story,
none of my ideas ever work out.