Is Everyday Sexism by Laura Bates a good book??
Rap’s not really my thing but when classic rock fans shit on it cos it “is only about sex and drugs”
have you ever listened to classic rock
you know what’s very punk rock??? being nice to people
Actually quite excited to go back to university on Monday. I’m doing documentary filmmaking this year which I’m psyched for, but we do it in groups and I know too many people who’ve taken that module so deciding on groups is going to be tricky. We even have two new people in our class who do the same modules as me and we bonded over glam rock and Jean Luc Godard and Morrissey.
Leave Balotelli alone
There’s this guy in my building who’s really hard to get a read on. I have no idea what type of person he is. He seems really laid back but then he also seems very lonely and wants to be around people 24/7, so if I’m not with him I feel quite bad because I know a lot more people than him and I need to be alone sometimes but when I’m with him we have literally nothing to talk about. He doesn’t drink either so nights out are weird.
I always check the origin of anon hate (because I’m a loser) and it always came from Manchester, so at least I never find myself wondering if I should’ve stayed in Manchester
I said “because I thought he was a girl” when I meant someone thought I was a girl on that earlier post. I’m not out there misgendering people, that’s not my thang
There’s an alternate universe where Bolton won 3-2 and my 40/1 bet came in and at midnight I’m stood on the bar shouting “drinks for everyone on me” makin’ it rain but here I am in the universe where everyone in my flat made poor decisions on bet365 and the only redeeming feature is the solidarity between losers
you post about the same tedious things all the time. you talk about being drunk as if its such a big achievement. well done for just getting drunk and not getting anywhere in life.@Anonymous
Golly, sounds like someone needs a drink and a sit down. I’m just out here bein’ super chill in the week before Summer’s properly over and University begins, so I apologise for blogging about life between the times when I cure cancer and sell out Wembley or whatever you’re doing that makes you the high ruler of getting anywhere in life. But enjoy following me I guess, I’ll make sure to keep the drinking stories detailed and frequent.
In the queue last night, these two girls were really drunk and one kept touching me and it was making me so uncomfortable, I was literally screaming at them to stop and they wouldn’t and then they kept asking why I hated them
Also a guy called me a slag because he thought I was a woman
Then I waited two hours for a drink and by the time I got to the front of the queue, the fire alarm went off, and someone set it off again later so they just closed the place
Still a good night between all that and me falling off my chair and slamming my food into the ground
Going to watch the Bolton game now because I could potentially win £123
Fell off my chair and landed on the floor and tried to get up quickly and just grabbed all of my food off the table and slammed it and myself into the carpet
Stop drinking, Kyle, it doesn’t go well