MINE

3 years

bloodyel

word vom right there. here you go love. cheer up.

DANDY WARHOLS - BOHEMIAN LIKE YOU

yeah i like you x

FML

F.M.L.
It's an abbreviation my friends have been throwing about a lot lately. Today, I'm going to use it for the first time, because today I truly feel like my life is fully fucked.

WHY CAN'T I GET A DECENT JOB. WHY CAN'T IT BE AWAY FROM HERE. WHY CAN'T IT BE WHERE MY FRIENDS ARE. WHY AM I CONSTANTLY LONELY.

According to one Ms GaGa, its the perils of being a creative individual. Well fuck that; I'm not having it. I shouldn't have accept that due to my career path and personality that I'm destined to be the perpetual spinster. Fuck. That.

Being alone here in Mordor (my new nickname for home, cute yeah?) is making me paranoid as fuck as well. Not in the sense that something's going wrong, just that I might be missing out on something good elsewhere. What are my friends up to? Are they having fun? Do they miss me? Do they even notice I'm not there? I know I'm probably being stupid but I can't help myself sometimes. ARFF ARFF ARFF.
And what's worse is that people here don't care that they may be missing out on life elsewhere. It's like Mordor completely missed out on the 60's or something. Well I don't want to miss out on it.
I need to get out.

And so the job hunt continues, because I need a job to get money to get the hell out of here. Applied for a bazillion by now I think; here in Wales, in Liverpool and in Manchester. Only heard back from one; BBC Radio but only to confirm that they got my application for my 3 chosen stations (Wales, Lancashire, Merseyside) and that they were going to review it. Well I already knew you got it cos i got an automated email when i sent it. FFANKS FOR THAT.
(yes, i applied for a job ont RADIO - Boom tings if I get that one reet!)
About the only good thing thus far to have happened since my return home is that pals from Lancashire have used my drawing for their Band t-shirt. Isn't that nice! Here we go, layout and font design and modelled by Luke:

Not sure if they know that's not a dead kestrel... I'm sure they know.
The only other good thing to happen is I got to fly a kite this week with my niece. For an hour. Joy! Family-time is the only joy i'm getting right now.

Right, lets try to end on a lighter note to make myself sleep/ live easier for the next few days. What else can F(uck)M(y)L(ife)? answers on a postcard? x

returning the favour

this is for leigh jennings who is an absolute peach. she says she can never look at a bird without thinking of me; well i can't look at any woman in her underwear without thinking of her.
i'm hoping she'll quite like this.

twitcher.

little birdwatching side-project i started. looking for (different) birds in liverpool.
>pop boutique.

BANTAM BANTER

my dad keeps a lot of chickens, my mum hates a lot of chickens. i don't really mind them much, they're noisy in the mornings but they like to play (hide and seek mainly when they clear the perimiter fence, gits) and THEY LAY EGGS. recently, our bantams have started laying. bantams are miniatures i.e. the little people of the poultry world. so the eggs are miniature too, as you can see in the picture; bantam egg on the right obviously. it might not seem that tiny, but most of you who know me have seen the childlike size of my dainty hands and can make the comparison.


**just like to add, i haven't tasted them yet. my dad's getting a bit too attached if you ask me.


ALSO in other news, i found a hedgehog today. roadkill. goddam nearly broke my heart. took some photos and i'm going to do some drawings, but thinking of going back to collect the carcass later on. got to practise taxidermy sooner or later.