Yo yo yo one four eight three to the three to the six to the nine, representing the ABQ, what up BI-A-TCH?

So big news, I'm coming home. 
That's about all that's happened the last couple of weeks, I've gotten more and more bored of not seeing you guys, worse and worse at my job and have been coming around to the idea that living in the flat you're paying for isn't nearly as enjoyable as seeing everybody you love on demand when the sun is out.

So yeah, I'm feeling pretty pumped.

Apparently that's a picture from Swindon, but I don't recognise it.

Ah, that's better.

There's the dystopia I know and love.

David, I hope you had a bad-ass birthday at choir camp with your bad-ass singing buddies.  I hope you all got really drunk and couldn't sing the next morning but didn't care because you had such a bad-ass birthday.

Juliet, your life sounds much like mine except more scientific.  Today I've played Hitman, cleaned my room and kitchen, drunk three bottles of cider and that's it. 

I was just struggling to think of things to write about when I heard some guitar twiddling down the road.  The pub a few doors down just had this afternoon jazz jamming session, there were loads of these old Cornish men sitting at the bar with their jaws on the floor while this 14 year old played the piano like his fingers were on fire.  Plus, I just found my new favourite ale.





We should get drunk soon.

SO EXCITED!