Paint it black
Hey again, long time no see I guess.
Don't really know what to put down here, suppose I could tell you about my week so far.
Sunday evening I went boarding with S, was absolutely wonderful, great weather, nice company and a longboard beneath my feet, I've named it Molly by the way.
Monday was spent mostly in the garden reading some book, went to Gothenburg in the evening and saw No Fun At All, Blindside, CKY and Satanic Surfers play, all for free.
Tuesday I slept most of the day as I got home late monday night, did nothing interesting at all, unless you're interested in me maybe starting upp 40k again, and I guess you're not.
Wednesday, went to Gothenburg to have a look at my flat, throw on some paint and make it look a little nicer, got quite a shock when I got there though, my previous flatmate hadn't moved his remaining stuff out yet, something that he promised to do last sunday at the latest so that put me in a foul mood, as if getting up at a quarter to seven hadn't already done that to me.. I also discovered that what the walls needed wasn't a quick slab of paint, they needed fucking heart surgery, and to top it off, the sofa I'd seen earlier at IKEA doesn't come as a two-seater, anymore..
Eventually my not anymore and never again flatmate arrived and I had gotten rid of enough crap so I was able pile what was left into a heap in the middle of the room and get started on the sanding and the application of paper to the floor as not to spill.
After I had done that I was too tired to care so I went home, bought some new paint and dreamt of murder, murder and girls.
So no, no new thoughts about love, more like thoughts about not love, I feel surprisingly good for not having even the slightest simmer of interest for a girl in me. Or no, I lied there, there isn't just one but two, but one is busy and the other is simply a bad idea, and neither seem interested. On another note I'm very seriously considering not going out and getting drunk this saturday, perhaps I should focus on the appartment, there are always other opportunities to get drunk.. And no, I'm neither ill nor crazy, thank you very much.
Sleep tight, I know I will/ Paper-Monkey (If you don't get it, don't ask)
Don't really know what to put down here, suppose I could tell you about my week so far.
Sunday evening I went boarding with S, was absolutely wonderful, great weather, nice company and a longboard beneath my feet, I've named it Molly by the way.
Monday was spent mostly in the garden reading some book, went to Gothenburg in the evening and saw No Fun At All, Blindside, CKY and Satanic Surfers play, all for free.
Tuesday I slept most of the day as I got home late monday night, did nothing interesting at all, unless you're interested in me maybe starting upp 40k again, and I guess you're not.
Wednesday, went to Gothenburg to have a look at my flat, throw on some paint and make it look a little nicer, got quite a shock when I got there though, my previous flatmate hadn't moved his remaining stuff out yet, something that he promised to do last sunday at the latest so that put me in a foul mood, as if getting up at a quarter to seven hadn't already done that to me.. I also discovered that what the walls needed wasn't a quick slab of paint, they needed fucking heart surgery, and to top it off, the sofa I'd seen earlier at IKEA doesn't come as a two-seater, anymore..
Eventually my not anymore and never again flatmate arrived and I had gotten rid of enough crap so I was able pile what was left into a heap in the middle of the room and get started on the sanding and the application of paper to the floor as not to spill.
After I had done that I was too tired to care so I went home, bought some new paint and dreamt of murder, murder and girls.
So no, no new thoughts about love, more like thoughts about not love, I feel surprisingly good for not having even the slightest simmer of interest for a girl in me. Or no, I lied there, there isn't just one but two, but one is busy and the other is simply a bad idea, and neither seem interested. On another note I'm very seriously considering not going out and getting drunk this saturday, perhaps I should focus on the appartment, there are always other opportunities to get drunk.. And no, I'm neither ill nor crazy, thank you very much.
Sleep tight, I know I will/ Paper-Monkey (If you don't get it, don't ask)
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