they say home is where you heart is set in stone

hello world/bench

i fucking love bristol. it's a place that everyone should visit and learn to appreciate if you don't already live here. it's a good size, full of personality, busy without being overwhelming and picturesque. of course it, like everywhere else, has its downfalls but if you're smart enough to consciously not piss everyone off around you, you should be alright in the end. i'm a tiny, angry, blatant homosexual and i've drunkenly walked the 7 miles to my house several times and lived to tell the tale. 

gotta get down on friday

my potential friday face

it's the end of the week and that can only mean one thing, right? eat loads of crunchies and cry about being single. if that's not what you're into, maybe hang out with some friends and have a few (hundred) cocktails. if you're poor/off the booze/socially inept/a closeted introvert/a maniac (delete as applicable), here i give you the IDEAL WEEKEND IN. and what a weekend it could turn out to be. it also has every potential to ruin your life and set you back years but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.