Starbug

Sunday felt like Saturday, and Monday feels like Sunday. The perils of having the sleeping pattern of a MASSIVE ARSEHOLE.

I dream a lot.

Recently I’ve been dreaming quite vividly, and I’ve been remembering a great deal of them. Ever since I was little, I’ve always wanted to be able to remember my dreams so I’ve decided to start occasionally chronicling some of the more esoteric, confusing, bewildering and amusing ones.

I know other people don’t care about your dreams so much, but just try to think of them as little stories. Unstructured, nonsensical novelettes from a worrisome mind. 

At LAST, my blog has a purpose!

This is the video game I’m currently playing, and it’s causing me to make such stupid faces every time I get munched by a shark that I’m almost glad I don’t actually have any friends to watch me while I’m doing it.

Sigh.

Why are we having an extra Bank Holiday just to celebrate Jubilee?

We never had a Bank Holiday in honour of Wolverine, so what gives?

:(

Strawberry Switchblade.

(Source: derickwynn, via radioactivelingerie)

June 2012 is upon’t, and it’s time for a change in my blogging habits.

Now don’t you worry. I’ll still be posting the same needy, lonely, morose cries for help I always do. But I’m giving my blog something of a structured purpose for the next little while. It’s not a lot, and it’ll probably be a little bit boring, but that’s why we have the unfollow function, right?

So the first Monday of every month, I’ll be posting a log of my dreams, and alternate Thursdays will be reserved for my most hilarious of Draw Something pictures.

What else should I make time for? Sketches? Comics? Perhaps I should post regular Instagrams of my face on the grounds that it makes my insides feel gooey when people like them? Especially when a certain someone likes them, even if she makes my heart ache.

Who will watch this movie with me?

Wet and smug. (Taken with instagram)

Writing letters. (Taken with instagram)

I relapsed. I spent the weekend guzzling down sweets. Cherry liquorice twists, Milkybar chocolate, special toffee, Swizzels Matlow…I couldn’t help myself. I was an animal. Insatiable.

So that’s three weeks of solid dieting down the drain. I’m forever destined to be built like a shit brickhouse.

GPOY.

(Source: samanthapanther, via scrantonwitchproject)

You can tell from my expression it’s still too hot today. Shitting hell. (Taken with instagram)

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Fannying about in bed trying out some filters. Just call me “Pure Excitement.” (Taken with instagram)