endless bummer

I finally got a bed which was both rad and awesome, its a sofa bed and takes up all of the space in my pretty tiny bedroom, with all the other space filled with dvds, some technology and records. I bought some new dvds with my, frankly paltry, wage. I took some shit from the money pit that is my flat in Manchester, where I neither live or enjoy being anymore. What a shit place.

Other shit that happened includes:
I got really heavily into Styx, Pat Benatar, Toto, Journey and Loverboy. If it was nineteen eight whatever and went to see some of those thrash bands I dig so hard, my ass would be handed to me on a bloody platter, but who gives a fuck.
I saw/thoroughly enjoyed/got pummelled during Municipal Waste. They lighteninged through like a forty minute set which was rad and ended in a sick stage invasion which I was a party to. I was not, however, a party to the stage diving, that is just one part of gigs or shows or whatever the cool kids are calling them now that I just cannot get into. Plus, being a fat fuck, I wouldn’t even inflict that on Nickelback fans.
I bought a book and didn’t read it. It was If You Liked School, You’ll Love Work by Irvine Welsh. I haven’t read a book in bare time.

This list is boring me, I’m just going to ramble for a bit.

Right now I have my itunes on random and it is playing the Offspring at me, what a shit bastard. I will always be punished for having compilations.

People are saying I have lost weight. I don’t really believe ‘em. Whatever though.

I love Gwar.

This is going nowhere, so I will leave it at this and try and do something constructive.

Laters.