Tuesday, May 26, 2009
the choice is to be inside anyway
Having a good laugh up there Satan?
Is the case study as your personal human cosmic joke tickling you pink asshole?
Made these arrangements right. And they’ve coincided very untimeously with other arrangements. I’ve double parked. I’m double timing. And I have no idea what to do about it.
Fuck. You know how some problems go away if you ignore them long enough? Do you think that will work?
Oh, and disaster:
Peas: What’s crappening.
Max: I’ll tell you what’s crappening. I might have swine flu. That’s what’s crappening.
Peas: Fuck. Dude that’s well average.
Max: My flatmate just got back from Australia. And apparently the dude sitting behind her in the plane has it.
Max: So we’re quarantined. Sitting in my flat. Ordering pizza.
Peas: Shut up.
Max: Dude the pizza guy has to drop the pizza off on the doorstep. I have exams to write, can you bloody handle it.
Peas: Are you alright? Cockycuntsticks FUCK.
Max: Dunno yet. Waiting to see what happens next. My flatmate just sneezed on me.
Peas: And you’re living on a diet of delivery pizzas in the meantime?
Max: Addressing flatmate: Why don’t you just sneeze ON me next time?
Peas: Fuck, the least they can do is send you veggies through the post…or something.
Max: What do swine’s eat?
Peas: Root tubers.
If it wasn’t for the chav car I saw on the William Nicol yesterday that had a bumper sticker plastered to its backside that read as such: VW: Very Wicked - I fucken jest it not – well, nothing. It’s just well tidy.
I didn’t know Hounslow was in town. Is all.
Poen came round to klap a bottle of Diemers with me. We ended up going to the Engen
And buying fudge, chocolate, popcorn, muffins, Sweetie Pies, Milo, Nik Naks…in our pyjamas.
The above was our dinner. Fucken rad.
Gone on the days when I care whether 5 of my ex’s walk into the shop while my face is off, and I’m wearing slippers and Woollies men’s pj’s in paisley. Seriously. Whatever.
‘Looks like we just had an epic Stoner shop,’ says Poen.
And then we watched Grey’s Anatomy and chatted for 4 hours.
I think what I'm experiencing now is a sugar hangover. Chronic. Can anyone else hear the sound of rushing water?