Because I want to do something with my life, I have no life. Friends suffer neglect and it's starting to wear thin, unlike the soles of my best clubbing shoes. Photos crop up of drunken nights, not nearly as debauched as might be liked. Case in point; surfin' bird dance during the art fundraiser. This seems to suggest that I actually have a social life. But the photos lie. These stolen moments are rarely fully enjoyed because the day after hangover impedes on a massive workload and therefore fun is always tainted.
Monday, 29 March 2010
Monday, 8 March 2010
Snippy Lips
I am aware for the most of my social faux pas, that really I might be making an error of judgement in say, giving this artist that is a pensioner the prosthetic penis and testicles I made when participating in her live art piece. Many looked on in horror while she laughed then kissed me on the cheek, though.
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