Several hours before Ash Wednesday even came to an end, I decided to stop the swear jar, due to the fact that I was genuinely running out of money.
Honestly, by Easter, it would have contained hundreds and hundreds of pounds. I came to this realisation somewhere around the moment of:
"Nice indicators, FUCKFACE.
Swear jar, ah shit…
Oh, for fuck’s sake!
Danny Jones is such an incredible frontman.
Song of the week #16
The Eagles - Hotel California
It’s a metaphor for addiction and becoming trapped in a sinister world that was once so alluring. I love the imagery and American classic rock style.
As the singer grows tired driving through the American desert he pulls over to check in to the welcoming indulgent Hotel California. It takes him a few nights of getting to know the other guests over ‘pink champagne on ice’ before he’s ‘running for the door’. Only to be told by the night porter to ‘Relax, you can check out any time you like. But you can never leave.’ [cue epic guitar solo]
Last night was pretty funny.
Stayed up to watch the Oscars, drank rosé from a bag, and then slurred “FUCK OFF” when Leonardo DiCaprio didn’t win. Poor fella.
The nominees are:
And the winner is:
lets be honest, if tom hiddleston was there, he would have paid for the pizza