we are the sparks that never fade

maybe i do like girls after all

there's some things in life you've got to laugh at otherwise you'd cry. the sort of things like how tragically sly and petty some people are; poorly made decisions which a child could've judged better; the daily happenings in the life of a depressed, borderline ocd riddled bipolar 23 year old gay man. to tune it all out, there's always music. so today, after a never-ending shift, i ended up falling asleep on the bus and taking a great big fucking tour around bristol subconsciously listening to, yes you guessed it, gabrielle aplin.

i put some new shoes on and suddenly everything's right

happy moving out day alice xo

today, i'm not going to talk about how astronomically awful work was. i'm going to focus on the good things because that's what should be important. know what makes a lot of people happy (myself included)? buying things. stupid things. things we'll never need or use or look at again. but having something new to call your own is as exciting as it is affirming. know what else brings joy? music. so let's talk about those two things tonight. it's easy and it's probably boring but forget the haters 'cuz somebody loves ya.

just eat it

it's been a while

after a shite old inset day at work introducing too many new soft approaches to children's conflict, i was wasting away. turns out fury isn't enough nourishment to survive. luckily, i'd organised dinner with a few of my favourites and it couldn't have come at a better time. we struggled to finalise anything (nothing new) but ended up deciding on jamie's italian this very wednesday and it turned out to be the perfect decision. i couldn't get home in time so ended up resorting to a dreaded "wetherspoons poo" before my meal. sorry mum/pride.