jimmi;

Yes yes i know emily has tried to resume her blogging only because she wants to steal the new limelight i have gotten from my crack induced rants...but i still love that fish.
Anyways I have come to the conclusion that i need to detox. After months of living out of a suitcase and endless partying has taken a toll on my body and my mind not to mention waking up in an emergency room with a tag around your wrist that says unknown really makes you rethink your life choices.
So thus, no more self destructive hobbies, no more alcohol, crack, meat and especially no more girls. But unfortunately for me I am stuck working at events that have all of those things, yes you crack heads, im talking about Festivals.

Tis summer, the time you have been waiting months for, you have to figure where all of your hard earned dosh goes and grab mums credit card and buy your tickets quick before they are on ebay for 3 times as much. You are still shaking off last years come down but you think Its going to be the best time of your life, seeing your favourite bands play, plenty of what you think are std free girls around and sizzle and rack flowing the fair grounds like a fucking river. However what will really happen is you are going to be too trashed to even make it to your bands set, you are going to walk around the showgrounds like a fucking invalid, your mouth gurning like a mofo and your skin burnt pink while you lay sloshed on the ground covered in dirt. Even after all of this, you can't wait to do it again next year....hahaha its quite hilarious how we just love to fuck ourselves up, but hey this is a junkie taking.
There are redeeming features of festivals though, i haven't heard the phrase "I Love You" used so many times in one place, all of the platonic love affairs and bromances explode when you take ecstacy haha.

Don't really know where i was going with this.




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jimmi;

Yes yes i know emily has tried to resume her blogging only because she wants to steal the new limelight i have gotten from my crack induced rants...but i still love that fish.
Anyways I have come to the conclusion that i need to detox. After months of living out of a suitcase and endless partying has taken a toll on my body and my mind not to mention waking up in an emergency room with a tag around your wrist that says unknown really makes you rethink your life choices.
So thus, no more self destructive hobbies, no more alcohol, crack, meat and especially no more girls. But unfortunately for me I am stuck working at events that have all of those things, yes you crack heads, im talking about Festivals.

Tis summer, the time you have been waiting months for, you have to figure where all of your hard earned dosh goes and grab mums credit card and buy your tickets quick before they are on ebay for 3 times as much. You are still shaking off last years come down but you think Its going to be the best time of your life, seeing your favourite bands play, plenty of what you think are std free girls around and sizzle and rack flowing the fair grounds like a fucking river. However what will really happen is you are going to be too trashed to even make it to your bands set, you are going to walk around the showgrounds like a fucking invalid, your mouth gurning like a mofo and your skin burnt pink while you lay sloshed on the ground covered in dirt. Even after all of this, you can't wait to do it again next year....hahaha its quite hilarious how we just love to fuck ourselves up, but hey this is a junkie taking.
There are redeeming features of festivals though, i haven't heard the phrase "I Love You" used so many times in one place, all of the platonic love affairs and bromances explode when you take ecstacy haha.

Don't really know where i was going with this.