Sitrep, I’ve got the wrong glasses on and I’m blind as a bat, so ignore any spelling mistakes (well, other than the usual illiterate drivel I misspell) I find myself in a bewilderment today, after lots of painting on my stair wall, I decided last night (due to not being label to get to sleep) to start my kitchen graffiti! Wtf is going on! My flat now looks like a fucking comic (unfinished, but nearly there)
The shitty thing is, I trashed me kitchen and didn’t put it back together! So I woke up this morning and tread on a plug (have you EVER trod on a plug?) I’m surprised me neighbours didn’t call the police or ambulance. I cried a while then realised it was my fault! Then I cried some more for being a soft twat. But with a storm trooper and Lenard Nimoy now adorning my kitchen, it’s all looking good. Just Bender to go on then the pics will surface.
Right now I’m sitting on my arse I a cafe having a spot of lunch (I know I have food at mine, but I needed to post something so I took a chance) the only problem while sitting here, is because I’m near a window, I can see all the morpeth horrors wallow past like a tribe of zombies ( with less personality) and the school kids trying to look all hard or cool but just looking gangly and stupid (unlike my time at school where we were all dressed like Tits and had sepia tones )