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gta iv is taking over my life
all i want to do is steal cars and blow shit up, i even speak in a vague russian accent now
i don't think it's driven me fully insane though, yet
in other news, i got a letter from the syd coop [as i would call it, if i was one of those cocks who abbreviate everything] and, long story short, i need three pieces of new work for an exhibition in may
which has encouraged me to make up my mind about buying the press, which i am definitely going to do, as soon as i see what this months pay slip has in store for me
it has also encouraged me to draw more, do some research into artists and images... and consequently have a number of panic attacks about what the fuck i'm going to do and how the fuck it's going to be finished by the 5th of may
i'm also not really sure how i'm going to eat/pay rent after i buy my press
james didn't understand why i didn't want him to lend me money for the press, he kept saying 'it'll still be yours' and 'you'll still have bought it yourself'
but he didn't get that i needed it to be a symbol of me doing something positive with the money i've earned from all my hard work, in a gash job, where i get abused by dickhead customers and taken for granted by smarmy managers
[i may have just described every job in retail there, but you get my point]
so i hope it works out, for once in my life...
in other, other news, i:
need a haircut
want a kebab/something's flesh
fail at dieting
dreamt i was in a boat most of the night
cried a bit this morning
feel a bit sick
really like x-rays
decided on sunday that i am in fact oddly attracted to the fish counter guy
think i might be getting bored of james
can see the guy in the house [we think] we're stealing internet off, having a piss...
