yo blog. sitting here chillin with a 500g tub of Yeo Valley. is that the most Gangsta sentence you've heard? hope so. i eat a lot of Yeo Valley. i think i have a problem.

so i came here because i had loads to say but it's just gone. i think the yoghurt calmed me down. listening to myspace because i like this song and then this came on afterwards - what? we used to dance to this all the time. INDIE TIMES.

one thing i wanted to say was i've been running a lot recently. as much as i love it it does get fucking boring after a while. the same old routes. the same old painz. to alleviate it i've been making myself listen to old emo playlists on my ipod from when i was like 14, for fun. i've had some absolute teen classics. here are my favs so far:

hi blog. remember me? i have to admit something. i have been cheating on you with Tumblr. i feel cheap and horrible though. please forgive me. i actually feel a genuine sense of guilt at not having visited you in so long. was checking out my stats though, apparently most of my blog's reader(s) are/is from Russia. hi, Russian fan. i hope i didn't disappoint you every time you got to the computer terminal and clicked on my blog only to find nothing there for months upon months. anyway. i'm back. if i knew any Russian words i would write them here in greeting. i don't even know 'hello'. i will assume it's 'Hvar'. so 'Hvar', friend. so i am sitting in my catsitting flat. the heating's on, even though it's 14 degrees outside. the words '14 degrees' are ringing round my head like music. it's no longer 4 degrees - it's 14 degrees. that is something to celebrate, so i ripped off my 40 denier tights a few days ago and that's me for the summer. hello, world, here are my legs. this may seem like a pointless and disappointing post, but the main thing is i'm back because i couldn't really leave you. i don't know why i'm so attached to you - you're frankly seriously outdated with none of the aesthetic appeal of Tumblr - but you means a lot to me. so even if this is the only post i write this year, it's something. here's something from Stevie Wonder:




great video. apparently Stevie considers Japan his 'second home'. that's some sweet-talking bullshit, Stevie.

we had some japanese lodgers staying with us recently. they were really nice. they lived in the valley of mount Fuji. they made us a card with a cat on it, which is 10 points in my book. I want to go to Japan. and, because of the horrendous amount of Frasier i watch, Seattle. they're on my list.

are you fascinated? do you love it? I'M BACK, BITCH

I HAVE BEEN WATCHING TOO MUCH FRASIER

There are 3 levels of pain. 1. Pain 2. Excruciating pain 3. Stepping on a Lego

— ☛ TED ☚ (@MyBoyTED) August 13, 2012

big moment

You have a lovely voice - your Grandad was shouting your praises this afternoon as was Uncle John. Well done.

YES I DO.

...just found my dream Twitter account.

inappropr.

this one's disappointing but i challenge you not to laugh at 'belly bouquet'. oh, and excuse me but what the fuck WAS this video originally? sort it out, Russia.

i'll admit it: i'm mildly amused

'nuts