After a ridiculous night of friends, music and Morrison's larger antics i find myself sat at a computer in attempt to do anything but my to-do list.
Dan's to-do list:
Tidy up.
Apologise to next door again for the fact someone took their marijuana plant.
Eat more.
Dummy pack for the states.
Studio.
Some of them are more important than others, like eating, per se.
My flat is absolutely trashed, i smashed my watch, favorite tea cup, there's a baby car seat at the bottom of my stairs (the only baby related thing I'd like to see on my doorstep for the foreseeable future cheers).
My neighbours poorly maintained murijuana plant was thieved, it was far from smokeable. I'm blaming the guys from Blakfish based on Rich's dreadlocks- i am the king of generalisation.
My stomach is now making awful awful noises, i dread to think what goes into Morrisons' larger... tramp piss and discharge from a hookers panties? I think so. And if any of you know me that well you'd probably expect me to be somewhat aroused by a hookers discharge, let's be honest....
Spending 6 weeks abroad with 2 t-shirts, a pair of jeans and some shorts is stilll on the cards, i just need to maximise space in my bag type thing.
This is vital so that Hannah
a) doesn't reprimand me with 'I tol d'ya so.
and
b) stops acting like my Mum.
Studio tonight, so so keen. We're already your favourite band, you just don't know it yet.
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I act like your mum in your best interests :)
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