living the dream

last night i had this really weird dream that iggys boss was kidnapping people and enslaving them with the hard duties of being graveyard peeps at the hotel at which iggy works.
anyway the dumb dude was a total asshole lunatic and kept all these baby foxes and tigers everywhere and there were so many piled high around the hotel that i couldnt do a wee as they were all coming out of the toilet too.
so i was real angry, not only did this spaz kidnap me but now i cant even do a wee, COME ON!
he then proceeded too tell me "yr hair looks really gay when you do it like that"
this was the last straw for nina, so i picked up a doorstop and threw it at his head and he died.
the end.

(NME)

"busy doing nothing"

so i moved intoo my new place and its so good we have chandeleers and fancy curtains and this is BY FAR the best house ive ever lived in.
it takes me two minutes too get too work and im always a chump walking down the road, whistling and really stupidly in a good mood and i feel like its one of thoose moments where im probably going too get run over by a car or whatever because im walking up the road with a shiteatinggrin on my face and you know that in the movies thats always when you always die (especially if yr whistling).
OR// alternatively when yr bleeding from the mouth yr defs kicking the bucket asap!

but anyway i wasnt bleeding from the mouth so all is well and good and its christmas and were going too have a really rad time tonight (clare, gracey, nina etc.)

also ive been doing alot of thinking recently and im thinking about how im going too host a chedddar for the children II so you can all come and sample some dairy lob.
AND i was also thinking about how when you wake up from sleeping you feel plesantly closer too yr sub concious than you ever do at any other time (?)

yeah, i like sleeping. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

(NME)