Bring on the junk!

I just polished off a large packet of Tao Kay Noi and three packets of Pocky crunch alongside the sarcasm of Dr. House. Mother superior is out of town with daddy-o in tow, their departure heralds the availability of EVIL WHITE BREAD, EVIL WHITE RICE, EVIL FULL FAT MILK and copious amounts of snacks. Ahhhhh the smell of cheezel dust crusted fingers when I wake in the morning brings such delight. Two glorious weeks of junk and living in my own filth.

PS: I really miss the resident fat cat that used to roam our estate in search of his next snack. He was such a comforting sight. Where are you cat?

Gobbledigook by Sigur Rós

Joyous reckless abandon! Not to mention lots of nekkidness and touching. Nyum Nyum. Still daunted by the prospect of attending the Latitude Festival in Suffolk alone come July, but for Sigur Ros, I will crawl out of my shell.

For free streaming of their new album head to sigurros.com

Angry Pants

'In the American visa I am not allowed to smile. I look angry in the picture. I now know why all those terrorist pictures on tv always show them looking disgruntled.'

-Joshua

Sigur Ros the cause

The artwork of their new album and their new tracks encapsulates where I am at this point of my life, seems like their musical growth and development is congruent with the story of my life, either that or the scary obsessed fan in me is speaking! (She’s got crazy eyes!)

June

I cut my hair, getting rid of the extra weight, in many ways (No, that does not include losing 20 pounds)

I have finally found a character which I can hopefully develop. One day I will stay in a house with my favourite person, our cat and dog and a lawn full of gnomes, having built my empire with said character. Daikon Man, make way!

I also have a new bicycle and am enjoying riding it very much, yes, it has a basket and a bell.

I miss my kinder self, back in the days when the smell of humanity was not repugnant.