Thanks to my immune system failing at being the stoic rock it usually is, I'm a big bag of snotty coughiness. I wont post a photo, because I dont think the world's ready or deserves that. This being the world that has been inhabitated by Hitler and Pol Pot. He has such a funny name. But you get the point.
Hence the non-posting. Not that anyone reads this anyway. But a boy can dream eh?
So, heres a list of all the things I'm looking forward to, in no particular order:
Walking Dead in three weeks. Yay, Zombies.
Getting over the plague. Hopefully tomorrow, but I'm not holding out.
Recieving that job phone call I've been waiting for. Or any recognition would be nice.
Moving out of my aunts place before winter kicks in. The beach is nice and all, but in the wet and miserable, not so much.
Graduation in november. I STILL need to sort that shit out.
Finishing this poetry collection entitled, 'NSFW' or 'Not safe for work.' I thought this might go down better than 'Poems that will get you laid.' Results may vary.
And thats practically it...Oh the euromillions winning numbers would be awesome as well.
Kinda turned into some weird Christmas list there. Fuck. Christmas. Go away tv adverts, and mince pies in supermarkets. Let me be a grinch in peace.
I think that's me done. Ta, ra!
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