Cereal…… cereal everywhere.
the album was “about the fucking panic of realising you’re going to die. And that any time soon I could possibly have a heart attack when I next go for a run.”
FUCK. i want some carrot cake.
you were leaping around with a bassoon sellotaped to your head.
my postman is a wank.
found an old cd from last year that I labelled “Pop-tart friendly dub” full of old Emalkay tunes , when I obviously thought I was going to be doing rounds in every nightclub in Scotland. cringe to fuck
man goes into cage. cage goes into salsa. shark’s in the salsa. our shark
all I want to do is eat Alpen and make love.