Me too, my friend. Me too. I lost a wife and child in the Great Cull. It's hard, but, we gotta carry on. For those we lost.
in no particular (or wave-icular) order fuck shit up even more crazily groovily than i already do. kick out the jams. bust some fresh cosmic styles in the intervibrational love frequency network. hop with the space bunnies. eat more brown bread.
To finally summon my faithful but slothful demon hordes, who have been getting fat and dizzy on cake and spliffs in the bowels of hades these many long years, and to ravage the earth with them until I alone reign over the smouldering ruins of civilisation. Also get a job. Not sure which to do first.
I've got a couple of books you can borrow on the theory of stand up. I'm not funny anymore so have no need for them.
Spend less time fannying around on the internet and read more books Don't buy any handbags, shoes or coats all year (might be a hard one, that) Try not to kill a certain person at work Stop chewing my fingers
Learn sign language Give up smoking..weed first then fags play and sing at an open mic night write more music
get at least a bit thinner be sure my fella is on the same page: re kids no urban at work keep up the blog as long as ppl want me to attend no icu units oor funerals stay with my boy, no matter what the response to the 2nd one i dunno - lose some weight and pay off some debts i gurss
