~Snaaa

A mixture of great music, Boosh and Batman has got me high. Like normal teenagers.

I tell myself that sometimes to help me sleep.

Well there's no way I'm showing you my prom photos [and I'm a little scared of what Raven would do to me, he doesn't exactly remember ahimsa when it's his face on teh intarwebz. Not that he knows what it is normally o_0]. Sorry people, I'm sure you're heartbroken. I'm toying with the idea of getting one of you rapist photographers/myspace rapist photographers to take some photos of me that I can tinker with properly. Then again, the photos I take myself are great. It's Dad, the one with the BA in art, that can't work a fecking camera. I've got five or six videos of me and Ravenbaby trying to hold a smile. And one of my gay hand, I'm glad he caught that though
Admittedly I did take a few videos accidentally when Richard was in that dress. Heh, good times.

But I'm deviating. But not going there.

The Batman on the ceiling above my bed will not only prevent me from /ever/ getting laid again [11 months and 10 days so far], but it may seep into my brain. Watch out for more Wayne-y goodness. Also watch out for more Mitch.
Are these empty promises? Probably, but my ace placement finishes tomorrow so I'll have a little more time. I actually got round to writing a little today, I might put that here if I'm feeling groovy one of the nights. I rarely feel groovy though, and it's been a couple of years since I last wrote, except for that one piece for english coursework. So it's a maybe there.

I just wanted to talk really, I think I've annoyed my only friend. Oh, another one's come online. I called him a vanilla rapist, apparently he's still mad after the Kraftwerk argument yesterday. Ah well.

Enjoy yourselves, y'hear?