#Go-oh-olden Retriever#

Ok, I'm not invincible. Although I'm not on the loo 10 times a day (minimum), but I cannot travel by train with a toilet without 'going mental'. Basically, unless I'm listening to 'Andrew WK' (either album rocks your socks off, man) or 'The Darkness', my mind tells my body "You're fucked" and I go mad. And run off in any obscure direction at 'the next train stop' and extend the time of my journey. I ended up in a Skoda dealer today.

Fuck fuck fuck. Very embarassing in front of my love, but, being so, she completely understands. Thanks, Anna.

I'm invincible ahahaha

Steroids! Lovely steroids! Not nearly as good as Anna, but they're making me strong again. I guess the phrase 'Whatever doesn't kill me can only make me stronger' really does apply, for now. But please don't tell that to the guy who just lost all his limbs...

By the way, the steroids ARE legitimate, since they are prescription and stuff. And not injected (but injested). Also, I turned down the chance to go to see 'an intimate Muse gig' with my beloved, because it's in London, and I don't like Matt Bellamy's vocals. Am I mental?

Barney Rubble

A dream to be...realised? Never saw it coming, but dig:

About 2 weeks ago, out of the blue, I asked a guy called Ben at work if he liked wrestling. As expected, he said 'nay', but he mentioned that another collegue (sic) was a big fan. She is actually marrying a wrestler. In conversation, I said 'God, I'd love to be a wrestler', to which she said 'D'you want my fiancé to train you?'. I'm still uncertain to take up the offer, because of my messed up crap factory, but it does get better and I can get the time, I may be on the way...to victory! Huzzah. But would I?

No.

I'm not sure if I'll be updating as frequently as I did, which wasn't very frequently at all, as I've found love. And I still don't know her surname.

Thank you and good night.