(not) a self portrait.

believe it or not.

('self portrait' - ink on paper - steal it and i will cut you)

crimes against eyes.

This morning I was privileged enough to be the occupier of a precious seat from my departing tube stop. Although my unassuming eyes weren't quite so lucky as my legs and suffered a full frontal assault.  I couldn't help but give the unfortunate girl standing up before me the once over.  Not only unfortunate in that she hadn't a seat but mostly with her poor outfit choice.  I can't even begin to regal the horrors of her ensemble to you plus its not really my style.  However what I enjoyed most about this girl was the absolute disdain it stirred in the lady next to me.  She hasn't obviously perfected the subtle judging eyes as I have because she properly looked her up and down and made no secret of the fact.  It was really quite something to witness.  So here I am looking at sitting bitch lady, looking the poorly put together standing girl, up and down.  It was all quite uncomfortable, at this point I felt a small pang of sympathy for standing girl until I glanced again and realised my eyes had suffered enough.  Please someone just give her a seat and remove her from my eye line.

party times #4

what can i say, it's going to be good.
RSPV to the facebook event for £3 entry.

get fucked up.






































what it says.

'get fucked up' ink on paper illustration steal it and i will cut you

home comforts. or something.























found some old pictures i'd taken.  the amazing knitted blanket isn't even mine i think i just liked it and took some snaps. remember liking the colours.  i wish i was wrapped up in it right now though.  think it would look pretty rad in my room too.
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