in the mall thuggin', buggin', spent a few hundred

post sales meltdown SO MUCH CHEEK

silly me thinking that the world would've calmed down after christmas and boxing day. i thought i would brave the outside world and have a quiet, casual look at what deals were on offer in the shops to buy with my christmas money (because i have around 18p in my account so online shopping i.e MY FAVOURITE MIND was out of the question). as it turns out, i ended up cowering in boots' feminine care aisle for fear of being trampled and killed. but that's by the by, i still bought shit of course. 

you got me so wrapped up

some serious mercy killing here

it shouldn't come as any shock to you that i'm ill again. i mean i've had about 3 days of good health so it's only right that i'm back in bed, shivering my way through episodes of "you deserve a drink". this is what i get for attempting to escape my house and actually socialise with people. but what do you when you're ill? rhetorical question alert that's right, play amazing games, eat chewits and watch shite films. so today's joy has come from far cry 3 and GOJIRA godzilla!

i'm in love with a zombie

complete with droplets of rain!

there's a lot going on in this little brain of mine and you know what is a great distraction? yes, shopping. seeing as it was payday recently and it's been far too long since i've bought stupendously irrelevant things, i figured i'd better get back into the habit before i forget how to spend money altogether and end up becoming a real life grown up and saving some. shopping alone is wonderful:  there's no time limit, you can ignore everyone to the sultry sounds of atomic kitten and you don't have anyone talking you out of buying overpriced ps3 games.

our love goes on as our hair grows long

SLUT

let's lay down the law early on today guys. my hair is fucking dreadful. it's thinning and receding at an alarming rate, leaving me with a spot prone five-head as the main 'attraction' of my face. i do the best i can with what i've got and so getting a haircut is great big fucking deal for me. i spend hours making my hair look acceptable (you'd be surprised how much worse it looks when it's not done) but it was getting too much to tackle so today was haircut day. oh god.