Jumping around like a fool attempting to catch the absolute c**t of a bug that’s flying around my room/pretending to be a Jedi knight.

It’s 9pm, I have yellow hair and I’m getting hammered. Fuckin’ a.

It’s 9pm, I have yellow hair and I’m getting hammered. Fuckin’ a.

Much like myself, the dog doesn’t really know what to be doing with herself in this heat. Much like myself, the dog doesn’t really know what to be doing with herself in this heat.

Much like myself, the dog doesn’t really know what to be doing with herself in this heat.

I’m going into the city tonight to see some friends, and we may end up going out so I should probably attempt to look vaguely presentable (within the limitations of my wardrobe). So: which of these?

I am having trouble with cohesive thought lately. And my hair.


I think I just need another cup of coffee, or maybe gin… Where’s the gin…?

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Neurosoc AGM/Superhero Night

“By week six of development, the processes involved in facial development cause the foetus to resemble to Admiral Ackbar.”

It’s a (mammalian development related) trap! 

Revision has broken me. Already.

Spending the evening with this rather lovely bottle of gin (and the new Nicki Minaj album).

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