Excellent. I'm going out. I've shaved my head and I've finished my forehead tattoo and it's raining out so I'll be donning my trenchcoat and heading on out with my MP3 player and some booze.
These are the times I can feel comfortable about going out. On hot, sunny days, the only way I can perform this feat is to get stupidly drunk first - which usually leads to sunburn and hatred.
No, seriously.
An hour in the sun rewarded me with a body roughly the colour of a fuckin' tomato. Oh, I mean, this was a few days ago, it's mostly gone now, but good Goddamn, do I ever hate the fuckin' sun.
So yeah. Horrible, rainy day, with nothing to do but dress up like only I can in this town and go get pissed, listening to music. Hey, just because I'm 30 now doesn't mean I have to grow up just yet.
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