That this blog isn't turning into just about music I like and my clothes and general shit that only interests me. I save that for my xanga. Jors kiddin. I save it for my tumblr. Slang your cliches at me, I don't curr. But I have been so lazy, thats a lie. I've been doing STUFF! And so at the end of the day, to sit down and right, can I even spell write? I haven't wanted to do it. But i've been thinking and I have some stuff to write about. Like Homeless people, and time dimensions and chinos.

I'm just trying to wet your... taste buds with my updates of music I like because I like your eyeballs. And I want to keep 'em here but I know I don't deserve it really. If this blog was a strip show all you would be seeing so far is my leg in a high heel peeking from a curtain. And it's even still got the stocking on. And the stocking isn't connected properly to le suspendah belt so it's sagging at the knee. But trust me it's going to get sexy. I'm putting on my lipstick. However for now...

YOU WILL HINJOY THIS:

Went to the preview for this exhibition on thurs and le write up will be on idolmagazine.co.uk soon.

....Still not pro with thee old self-timer business.

(My head is like that in the last pic because I thought that my head wasn't in the picture.... sexbomb)

Hello heathens.

I'm exciteed, but I made the decision this month to not flap my gums about things until they are more so set in stone. So many times i've been bursting at the seams with some good news only for tumbleweed to prevail later. I know that's life, but i'm trying a new tactic this time. But. You know hopefully it goes through!

I leave you with this bossy ass chuneage. I was introduced to WildCookie by my aunt and cousin a few weeks ago. It's a soulful, smooth album. And it is all about hard drugs. Apart from this song. Unless it's just a really deep metaphor about being high that I don't understand.