Sittin’ on the 140 bus,
Boys at the back kickin’ up a fuss.
Get a career,
The army ads say.
But don’t come to us,
If you are a gay.
Outside it’s starting to rain,
That’s fookin’ lame.
So I’m txtin’ this rhyme,
Tryin’ not be a victim of crime.
Listening to: Jens Lekman – Postcard to Nina (this came on in H&M, which made me happy)
Running is hard for me. I am not a naturally born runner. This bothers me, but I can work at it.
Waking up is also hard for me. I am a lazy fuck. This bothers me, but I can get someone to throw a sonic grenade in my room.
Cheesecake. I need cheesecake.
Watching: noneyabusiness
Apparently, the pepper spray I bought on holiday is illegal to carry here. Wtf is that about?! It’s a non-lethal self-defense tool. If some pikey decides he wants my iPod (or worse), I wanna be able to spray him in the face with pepper, and identify him later with the UV dye.
Feels like spring today 
Listening to: Jimmy Eat World – Always Be
Listening to: Biffy Clyro – Umbrealla
Ah, England! Good old England, how I love thee.
You take all the wonderfulness of this country for granted until you go to a poorer country.
The pavements, roads, safe crossings, health & safety standards and gutters are all wonderful.
In other news, my arms are becoming scary big in my conquest to reach 25 push-ups in 2:00. I’m at 21 so far (which is good enough), at which point my arms kind of buckle. Whilst in Philippines, I found it hard to go for a run. The dogs on our block/phase would often chase me. So out of guilt, I did lots of circuit training instead.
[ no more photo of uber-arm ]
Listening to: Kimya Dawson – Loose Lips
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