i've got 99 problems but a blog ain't one

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it's so late and i've got so much shit to do it's quite frankly unbelievable. it's also sod's law that i have about 19000 things to blog about tonight when i'm always gasping for ideas otherwise but every section will be brief. i'm talking "a few sentences" brief. maybe i should stick to this mantra from now on to decrease the waffle but if there's anything i've learned from reading other blogs, it's that sometimes waffle is okay. that and pick your moments - there's nothing worse than when a blog ends before it even begins to decribe half of-

GOT YOU. first we have "what the fuck is that like?" 

a bit hitler-esque, a lot amazing

and in this sense we're talking about the artist la roux's live set. and it's outstanding. for someone who comes across as an androgynous, morose hipster, she sure knows how to have a bloody good time: her vocals were flawless; her dancing was fractious, awkward and amazing; she kept the waffle in between songs to a minimum; and the band were record quality, perhaps even better what with the insanely loud and furious synth/drum mix. 10s all 'round, well done elly.

and now "what the fuck are you so happy about?"

rather strangely, i'm happy about people. new people in my life, people from the past, people who've been around for fucking yonks. they're just doing a good job at the moment. maybe it's partly down to me (#selfobssessed) but what with trying to be more positive around people, maybe it's reciprocal. a two way street. you're nice, people are nice in return. simples. god i hate myself.

penultimately, "what the fuck have you bought?"

consider me protected & healed

remember teagan, my rune reader? the one that told me i was psychic. told me to get back in touch with my crystals and go with my gut? well today i took her advice and went to a crystal shop after work. it was closing in two minutes but i ended up having a wordly talk with the woman (who was lovely) and i came away with a clear quartz choker. apparently, it has healing powers and channels a lot of energy from/to my chakra? i don't know a lot about this and, whilst it's probably a waste of money, i don't have a lot to lose if it's making me feel even slightly better. i'm forgetting the haters because somebody loves me.

& so finally "what the fuck are you reading?"

dem tits doe (can't apologise enough)

i finished "doctor sleep" finally and it was really really really good. as good as the shining? i don't know, it's a completely different type of book. but it was wonderful regardless. i'm back onto my palahniuk hype with "snuff" which, evidently, is about 600 men about to have sex with a woman to break a world record. i think the narrative comes from three of the nameless men and what they see but it's already really fucking grotesque and explicit and wonderful in equal measure. lots of willies, shaven chests, angry pornstars, latex and the promise of murder. all in a good day's work xo