Entry Four.

So.
lets face it. I have fucking weird sleeping patterns, but i only had two hours sleep the previous day. So why am I not tired? It doesnt make any fucking sense. None.

I really want some lime juice. You know that familiar feeling of waking up after a night out. Eww. Oh tropicana. Smooth. Im quite glad I drank the 2litres of it in the space of 24hours. But then again that was over a week ago. And now I want more. It was the celebration drink. But, the last of it went into vodka.

Theres another topic. Alcohol. I think. Infact I know, I am fucking up my kidneys even more with that shite. But i keep going back for more. I still get that feeling, the one where your mind goes a little crazy and everythings great. Just like when I was 14 or 15. Am i still a child? Hmmm... Im sure some people would like a debate on that topic.

Ive had a really good idea for a series of paintings I want to do in oils. It sounds quite dark in ones head. Haha. Ach well. Fojick would be proud. God how I miss that mans inspirational words and knowledge. Also had quite a few ideas for some pictures. But. We'll see. Talking of pictures. ahah. How many did me and kerry take last nigth in good old PJ Malloys. 4135573 Roughly.
At one point I remember hiding round a door. Christ. silly me.

Another interesting thing, is Squizzard (CODENAME). After what he did lastnight.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T. , your right I was singing the song there. What a whang. I seriously do not think there is any sense in what he said at all. Maybe something was destracting his focus. perhaps a slight buzzing/ringing in his ears. well RIP Squizzlypops.

I might touch upon, mine and Kerrys fake argument via mysapce Bulletins aswell. That was funny. I knew at least one person would take interest. Anyhow. Im going to browse www.ratemypoo.com or www.hotornot.com Just for the banter.

Suck it.