mssirpsycho

Work, out for dinner, work, watched american sillyness/folk&ghost story take offs.

Ate pancakes.

Congratulations on qualifying for the GB9 tour, Goatface.

I saw a child in a pushchair slap his dad/uncle in the face.
He was afraid of the fat suit and the beard I think.
Bit surreal going to the shop to get milk and there is santa scaring a small child in his pram.

Blueberry muffins taste like win, though at 70p each I might have to make some myself.

I slept for about twelve hours through.

Went to the bank to sort out that ridiculous charge.
It was angry day at the bank.
I saw a mid fortish man with all the calm articulate menace telling off a young bank employee.
I thought of the moment in the snake vs small rodent documentary right before the fangs and the strike.

The boy looked like he was going to cry as he turned around and went off to fetch the manager.

Today its studio demos, macro photography.

Tomrrow is a photoshoot which I think will be quite fun.

Im just starting my day, waking up with a cup of tea and listening to some fucked up noise.

Nightmare last night that I was being abducted by aliens/monsters, they melted in through the window.

Though when they grabbed me they were fluffy.

I woke up laughing.

The bank have written to tell me that while my money was in somebody elses account (bank cashier error) they thought about covering my rent payment, but decided not to. They tell me they are going to write to me again soon letting me know how much I will be charged for this service.

How funny!

My photo is on a local-based webzine http://www.screamo.co.uk/?p=108

Today I got ID'd trying to buy superglue. I didnt know you had to be 21 to buy it,
So theorectically one could fight and die in a war, vote, star in a porn film and get intoxicated, but not be trusted with superglue.

That shit is just too dangerous.

If I were underage and wanted to huff glue I would just steal it.

The weekend has been pretty cool. I had a day off I went and saw the men who stare at goats.
It was ridiculous bollocks and I laughed hard.

I also played with my camera and a maglite.

Dead In The Scene got published in Now or Never.

The conversations I overhear in the hotel lobby are at times amusing/a parody of well moneyed intolerance.

A lady wearing fur and pearls, holding a copy of the daily fail and spouting such gems. She glared at me when I laughed. *hides behind the check in desk* when she checked out she eyed me and enquired as to where I was from. I told her I was from London, because frankly its not her fucking business where my home town is. She actually asked me which hospital I was birthed in. What the fuck?! 

She clearly thought as I laughed at her parodyness I must be one of those filthy foreigners who come, steal ALL the nice indigionous folks jobs and make the furniture sticky*.

This weekend Im taking photos of some pool playing helmets from my home town.
Making tasty food and working. I have started on the next photo project and I am enjoying it muchly.

*http://enemiesofreason.blogspot.com/2009/10/smelly-foreigners-are-coming.html