Reading at home. Swansea away.

Two in one. That's right. But we fucking LOST them BOTH.

The wolves are losing, the wolves are losing. It’s all falling apart. They are not so invincible. I am not so invincible. The wolves are losing.

Today we painted a school and I created a universe and met a pretty girl.

Yesterday I watched Yuvraj Singh hit two sixes against Australia.

I can’t find my camera lead. I’m going to find a camera lead.




Are you still reading this?! Hahahahahahahahaha.

I must email my parents.

Sometimes I spend a long time in the shower thinking. I’m not saying other people don’t, like I’m somehow superior and intellectual because of this, because we all know these things are not true. But sometimes I catch myself, hot water running down my arse, perhaps nonchalantly scratching an orifice, just gazing into the corner panelling, and find it a bit strange. With the sudden snap out of mind-autopilot sometimes I forget if I’ve washed my hair or not, or washed at all, and walk out with soap everywhere. And worst of all I usually forget what I was thinking about. Some girl, I suppose.