THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Hello.
What am I doing at the moment?
I am watching blood run down my arm from a cut I got on my shoulder. And quite enjoying it. But I don't know how I got it. The cut.
I am (well, was really) reading some random article about the last days of the sex pistols.
I am listening to The Clash on Broadway.
I am taking more idiot quizzes on quizilla.
I am cleaning spilled pepsi off my T.U.K.s.
I am trying to remember what I came here to write about.
I am not being able to remember and wishing that I was somewhere else.
I am nearly speaking in the third person and it's really pissing me off.
But there you go.
Story of my life.