You're not from New York, you're from Rotherham

You know what.....

i actually can't think of anything to say. Its just been one of those evenings. Nothing has happened, bar the fact that of course...

Liverpool are thrashing West ham.
Thats always promising. :D

I feel good about myself today, i worked pretty solidly all day, and i had an exam, which went swimmingly. Nothing like that to give you a bit of confidence in the long run.

And i'm hoping that i might be able to do something at the next bluenote sock. Sleeping sickenes by city and colour, if anyone's interested. I have asked a mate in house, he said yeah, so hopefully. City and colour are an awesome band, i love dallas' tattoos. I want them. Nothing like a bit of full body inkage.

And George, if your reading this, if you fancy doing something with your new guitar and me, then i'm up for it. Fuck it, you only live once, and anything to impress you know who.
Me and her is getting on really well at the moment and i hope to keep it that way for a long time. She know how i feel about her, and that is a good thing. I haven't spoken to her yet today, i should probs call her, later, later.

Argh, and not a word whoever reads this, not a fucking word. I have already said to much, and she may not talk to me again if she finds out, and i would commit suicide and on my grave would be your name, blaming you.


You have been warned.

More reccy football tomorrow, fuck yes!

Basically, i have nothing to say, i'm just on here because i felt like that.
Neway, i'm going to bed

Love you all

Jx

Song of the day: Fake tales of San Francisco - Arctic Monkeys
Quote of the day: 'Lets just say that i am transexual' - James Hoggarth (We were arguing about where transexuals/transvestites should have private toilets. I was arguing they should.)