In our family portrait

Currently in the process of moving out with my dad and little brother, which would be all kittens and rainbows, but the trouble is; we have no where to go. This is partly due to my dad's overindulgence in one of the seven deadly sins (pride). He wants to pretend that he can find us a place by himself and that he doesn't need anyone to help him because he doesn't want to bruise his own ego. His procrastination will eventually lead to my brother and i being split up yet again like two halves of a kinder bueno, which i'm not exactly looking forward to.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing, and it's good to know that my brain isn't just a sponge for *vodkadova.

*vodkadova [noun]//: a very cheap vodka that Daniel drinks when he's short of pennies.

However, on a much lighter note i am becoming increasingly impressed with my brother Aiden's versatility with regards to his 'look'. Once a haven for Kangol trackies and stripy paedophile-esque t-shirts, his wardrobe is getting better by the day. This morning he woke me up looking like Channing Tatum (if you've seen 'Dear John' you'll understand the comparison, if you haven't, then you should, i give it 4 stars).

let's have a look see for a loverly little Channing picture...

...bosh, there we go, he's the second on the left.

No word of a lie my little brother was wearing that exact same outfit, it gave me lots of enjoyment to point it out, so much so that i rewarded him with a £10 note for good fashion sense.

to do list
brush teeth [/]
look after niece [/]
be nice to aiden [it's an ongoing process]

this is about all for now, but i'm enjoying this blog lark so i might just stick at it.

Smack my blog up

when it has passed i shall be gone again,
a fragmented puppet, a grotesque fool.

4.48 Psychosis: Sarah Kane


Hello blogisphere.

I have finally decided to get off my butt and use my literacy for greater means than putting comments on facebook or writing poems when the mood takes me.
Firstly, i'm lame, super lame. I'm the person who spends 5 minutes wondering whether a love heart at the end of a status will result in my becoming a social pariah.
Secondly, this whole venture will probably come to a swift end when i realise that millions of people aren't actually bothered about what i think.
Thirdly, well that's all i've got for now but i pinky promise i'll write some more.

Definitely maybe.

Ps. i promise when the novelty of having a blog has worn off i'll stop speaking like such a tool.

Pps. i always keep my promises.