I thoroughly enjoyed last night, seeing a friend on stage is pretty cool. My friend's American accent was amazing haha, sounded completely Southern. Made me want to booze on Bourbon.

The next day some little ten year old emo shit told Craig and I to turn our music down on the bus returning home, it amused me deeply. What's happened to kids these days? I put Bikini Kill on.

Need sleep. Still hungover.

I really like incense sticks, another reason I should have been a hippie in the 60s.

This month has been pretty cool, mother told me she's booked me to go to Australia as well, saw pictures of the place my sister is staying on Google earth. It's on the Gold Coast, her boyfriend was telling me she doesn't like the beach 'cause fucking sharks. It's such a British thing I think to be fearful of such things. Actually no, I watched Australia's Deadliest Animals, looked intense. Excited about the prospect of seeing a snake though, yesss.

I am extremely lucky with this travelling business. I don't know what I'd do if I felt trapped for too long, I'd probably implode. Paris is booked too, I should be there for my birthday; although I still have no passport..

Currently listening to Jimi Hendrix - Valleys of Neptune.

oh my god
wonder where that is...
hahahaha

My new passport photo is so shit - it's hilariously shit - and it's gonna be stuck with me for twenty odd years haha. Why does this amuse me.

During my state of utter inebriation last night I seem to have misplaced my passport argh. What a pain in the arse, costs about seventy quid for a renewed one, obscene. I'll have to go to the Post Office tomorrow and sort it out. Means I lose my stamps, I adored those stamps ha.

For fuck's sake.

In the supermarket, we bumped into that guy who was speaking to me on Facebook chat earlier this year, the one that was asking if Craig was gay. This is why I appear offline. I didn't even recognise the philistine. Actually, I never even knew who he was until Craig told me later. Of all the Shitlanders to bump into in a Glasgow supermarket, the fiend.

Speaking of weirdos, I should never have linked my Facebook to my Last.Fm, or joined bukkake groups on Facebook. The consequences of such actions are dire.