Haemoglobin is the key to a healthy heartbeat.

Too tired for all this nonsense. What is this? I don't get tired, ever. .

Spent so much money this week. However, I finaly have all the parts for my new car: headlights; bonnet; front bumper; side skirts; rear bumper; boot; spoiler and lowering springs. Coming to a grand total of €600. And paint at that price or more on top of the original price is scaring me. FML. This better be worth it.

Still need wheels. Advan SA3Rs would be immense:


Suggestions for a colour? I think Imperial Blue. Much like this, if a little less pixelated:


Hate those nights when everyone is out and you're stuck in 'cause you went out last weekend and as such are subsequently low on financial resources and end up hearing about it for weeks to come.

Such a nice day today, and, ultimately a nice weekend. Even if I did waste another full tank of petrol. But it was all worth it to see you, as always. I love you <3

I leave you with one of my favourite songs at the moment:

You're the one who's always choking Trojan.
You're the one who's always bruised and broken.
Sleep may be the enemy,
But so's another line.
It's a remedy,
You should take more time.

You're the one who's always choking trojan.
You're the one whose shower's always golden.
Spunk & bestiality, well it's an Assisi lie,
It's ahead of me.
You should close your fly.

I understand the fascination,
The dream that comes alive at night.
But if you don't change your situation,
Then you'll die, you'll die, don't die, don't die.
Please don't die.

You're the one who's always choking trojan.
You're the one who's always bruised and broken.
Drunk on immorality,
Valium and cherry wine.
Coke and ecstasy,
You're gonna blow your mind.

I understand the fascination.
I've even been there once or twice,
But if you don't change your situation,
Then you'll die, you'll die, don't die, don't die
Please don't die.

It's in the water, baby.

Ahhh, I love my life, boi. I'm honestly the happiest I've ever been, and it's all because of you. You make everything right, and you don't even know you're doing it. You're all I'll ever want. I love the instant happiness I still get when I see you, three years later. The people we've become. All our jokes. Nomming. Our combined, somewhat unexplained hatred of the dancing girl on DJH. How it just feels right. How this will all be changing soon, but it's going to be ok. Because it's bigger than this. Being myself. Eating the whole thing. "LOVING" the clunge. Holidays. You'll never know how much I need you.

Someday somebody's gonna ask you, a question that you should say 'yes' to, once in your life. Baby, tonight, I've got a question for you.

I love you, always. x

I love you.

If you've got dreams in your heart
why don't you share them with me?
And if dreams don't come true,
I'll make sure that your nightmares
are through.

If you got pain in your heart,
why don't you share it with me?
And we'll just wait and see
if it's half what it used to be.

And lay it down slow.
Lay it down free.
Lay it down easy,
but lay it on me.

If you've got love in your heart
why don't you keep it with mine?
I can't promise a miracle,
but I'll always be trying.

And lay it down slow.
Lay it down free.
Lay it down easy,
but lay it on me.

Lay it down easy.
Lay it on me.

Lay it down easy,
but lay it on me.



x

Rice is great if you're hungry and want 2,000 of something.

The depressing thing about tennis is that no matter how much I play, I’ll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once. They’re relentless.


I was walking by a dry-cleaner at 3a.m. and there was a sign that said "Sorry, we’re closed." You don’t have to be sorry. It’s 3a.m. and your a dry-cleaner. It would be ridiculous for me to expect you to be open. I’m not gonna come by at 10 and say, "Hey, I was here at 3 a.m. and you guys were closed. Someone owes me an apology.".


I order the club sandwich all the time, but I'm not even a member of the club, man. I dont know how I get away with it!


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What is the physical embodiment of irony?

She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she'll never meet.
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
Killin' time before she struts her stuff,
She needs support and I've become the crutch.
She'll never know how much she means to me.
I'd play the game but I'm the referee.

This school business isn't getting any easier. I want to study, I really do. But, try as I may, there seems to be no turning this leaf over. Or perhaps it's a double-sided lazy leaf. I don't know. I just wish it'd fuck off. English is really grinding my gears. When in life will you be posed with a situation in which you have to write a four page essay on a previously unheardof topic in one hour with no form of research?

Maybe I'm tempting fate though. Maybe I'll do excellently in the essay and excell in all aspects of life and put this all behind me. Until one day I awaken to find a gun pointed to my head. An ultimatum. Write a four page essay on a previously unheardof topic in one hour with no form of research, or die. Then, and only then, will I accept that the Leaving Certificate is not completely irrelevant. Fuck my life.

"Midnight. And the sky lays cracked and broken overhead. The sepia-toned skyline, a mere memory of the majestic vision it once was. Droplets of precipitation permeate the desolate holes in the atmosphere above, and fall like pearls of heaven, cleansing the complexions of those revelling below. A new era is born."