Just went out on the balcony for a fag and the air is sort of hazy and warm and still. It reminded me of being in Spain or Malta or some other Mediterranean place like that and it was lovely. Before that I was sat in a mate’s room and we were reminiscing about fresher’s week, and how long ago it seems, and all the good memories.
It’s lovely, but I’ve pretty much developed a hernia from all this nostalgia.
Just bought this tasty little number.
I don’t know why I get anxious that I’m spending too much after I buy something. I’ve still got plenty of cash and thankfully I’m nowhere near being overdrawn, but I still feel bad after spending money on myself.
Ah well. I’m sure the feeling will pass once this lovely jumper arrives.
By far the worst thing about the EDL is how poorly they dress.
It’s all trackie bottoms, shit primark jumpers, crew cuts and tacky Argos chains.
I swear they’d get much more support if they all grew their hair out a bit and wore some nicer clothes.
Foooookin hell MDMA is awesome.
It actually made me enjoy electronic music.
Hell, I sat and stared at a wall at this skeevy house afterwards for about 3 hours and I was having a whale of a time.
I’d recommend it to anyone. Tons of fun.
Also, as pathetic as it sounds, it makes you feel pretty cool walking past a police van and about 3 officers with a load of it in your pocket and your pupils as wide as dinner plates.
Why are all my childhood friends joining the fucking Army?
No more work for three weeks lalalala.
Now to go out and dance to some old school hip hop.
