Chump

Soon to be a pot washer, what has my life come to. It's money but wheres my dignity? Throughout this summer I will be hibernating within my household only to leave for cigarettes and whiskey (obviously not including Glastonbury)

The first year in my life i wont be travelling abroad but Newquay should be a laugh! I've worked out that I'll have no life next year as my rent is more than my loan.

What can I say, I'm glad to be home to see all my friends well some of them, but i don't half miss the Epsom group also. I miss London, University, gatherings at Robs/Joe's, and of course music discussions. I DON'T miss, washing up, washing my clothes, cleaning my room and walking back from Woodcote.

Since I've been home my creativeness has drastically dropped. Barely picked up my guitar, hardly wrote a word and not much reading. My life in a sentence over the last too weeks is basically whiskey, tobacco and xbox, Winsford is awful I refuse to go out anywhere but the Rifleman. Debees? No thank you.