A Loser Can Win Whenever They Want To...

Ok so here goes...

A car works better with petrol.

A bike works better with wheels.

A guitar works better with strings.

A song works better with words.

A drummer works better with drums.

A clock works better with time.

A world works better with peace?

A film works better with actors.

A day works better with the sun.

Life works better when its fun.

Friends work better when there together.

Shoes work better when you run.

Barbequeues work better on the beach.

Father Ted works better when your here.

Pijamas work better in bed.

A singer works better with a story to tell.

That dream will work better with my ideas.

I will work better with you. xXx

This Is The Way You Make Me Feel...

Whoa.

What a weekend.

What an atmosphere.

The best 560 ish miles driven in my life so far.

Despite the bird.

And the bloody sat nav.

Then the hotel.

The rocketship bathroom.

Awsome cold showers.

The slightly scary surroundings.

Effing 4 lane roundabouts.

The addictive badly american dubbed oriental action film.

Sucky hotel TV internet.

The very patient hotel staff man with nice hair.

All of those rather attractive young men.

The in - room tea and coffee equipment.

Achey feet.

The crappy £6 hotel breakfast.

Crazy speedy taxi drivers, hey they got us there.

The broken air conditioning.

Very very scary lorry drivers, surely there not allowed to do that?

The outstanding selection of music played in the car.

Smell of fags hitting us everytime we walked into the room.

Our room on the top 12th floor.

The key card failing on us regularly.

Uncomfortable lifd rides.

The overpriced american diners.

'£9 for a fuckin' burger!'

Cutting people off on the road.

The pictures and videos to come.

Our new t - shirts.

The crossword puzzles, 'I'm telling you its lemur.'

Dentalux kids toothpaste, 'It's like jelly!'

Pj bottoms.

Funny accents, 'Southern Pride Y'all!'

Sunglasses on the drive.

Singing too loud to even care.

Sweating like bitches.

Weird coincidents.

Reunions.

There is 7 things i hate about you. haha.

The crap in the back of my car.

Being star struck every 3 seconds approx.

The steering lock.

Those lovely northern accents.

That pointless sofa.

Nice whoreish shoes.

Lucozade, liquorice, glacier fruits and fizzy worms.

Bathroom pictures, sideways hat, manga eyes.

Too much more to even say...

But all of this MADE our trip to Slamdunk 09. Genius. xXx

Blue Eyes Don't Lie.

What is even, what matches?

Is anything perfectly the same, or is it just a perfect copy?

Like music, CD's contain songs that are surely copies of that one brilliant original?

Shoes, is it just me or does one always look better?

Also clothing, is it just copies or prints of that one original design?

Photographs are just enlarged exposures, copies of that one negative.

Is there anything that is exactly the same?

Theres one thing that can't even come close to being the same, people.

Twins, even they have differences.

Im talking about if you think you know someone, when it turns out they become a different person around different people or different atmospheres.

Eyes are different, and if you'd have looked in mine you would have seen the light blue fleck that makes them different. xXx

'Always The Bridesmaid...'

The title may not be relevant, but i found it fitting.
What is the deal? Honestly.
Being the friend that people look at as a 'last resort'.
i.e. meaning when all the good ones are gone spose she''ll do.
I should be so lucky.
It's not fun, I'd like to shake things up, but don't know how.

I mean what's wrong?

I guess it's all easier said than done.

'I'm going to do this, oh and im definately going to do that.'

No chance, I'll just shy away thanks.

For the record, warmy pijamas are the best. ever.

On another note, why won't anyone hire me, im capable of most things.

I can do as im told, im dead good at cleaning, even better at washing.

I need money to start this empire im going to build.

'Love is for the blind and you gave yours without your eyes.'

New laptop buttons are ace, makes me feel that whatever im typing is important.

Fith Element is on tonight, planning on watching that, stop reading this if you are and watch that if you haven't ever.

Oooh must go and get Illy from work and take her to the station, pj's and driving blend well.

Well this was another waste of my time, and probably your's if your there. xXx

Dumb Bitches.

No one should have to feel like this, ever.
People that have to tear other people down to make themselves feel good make me sick.
Sick to my god damn stomach.
You prance around upper class like, but you are just gloryfied chavs.
I know this is defeating the object, but your not worth my time.
Im not violent but i could break your plastic face.
They say its the quiet ones you should look out for, its true we have tricks up our quiet sleeves.
One day i hope to see you looking up at me from the gutter where you belong, like the trash that you are.
I know this is hypocritical, but im being truthful.
One day your going to have a mighty fall, im just gutted that ill miss it.
People say change your ways, but you are too stubborn for that.
Well in that case, watch you back.
Because ill 'bring a knife to this fist fight'. xXx

I Love You, Man.

Empty cinemas are uncomfortable, especially when you want to laugh.
Orange wednesdays are pretty good.
Being a passenger is weird, but fun too.
Mcdonalds is bad, full stop.
Ive missed these times.
I Love You, Man is actually funny.
'Ill see you on the FLIPside'.
Im skint.
Still no one wants to employ me.
Russell Howard is a legend.
Check out fndfilms.com.
So good. xXx

Game Over.

What was the point of making me?

I look around and see everyone with their perfect bodies, perfect faces, sweet clothes and flawless relationships, relationships even and think 'why cant i have that'.

Well heres why, family genes can be a godsend or a curse and im not sure what to blame this on anymore.

Pale complexion, sensitive skin, tiny feet, blonde eyelashes, stupid eyes, stupid bones, 'red' hair, thin hair, silly ears, pouty lips, blonde eyebrows, boyish frame, bigger build, tall, big hips, clicky hips, stupid back, disgusting weight, freckles, burn in the sun, body shape, teeth gap and bad knees.

Yeah family genes 'oh you get that from your mum's side' or 'oh you get that from your dad's side' well looks like i struck gold in that genepool, im a real catch.

And yet i never picked up any of the better genes like my brothers blonde hair, dark eyelashes, tanned skin, thick hair, smaller build and perfect skin. Gee lucky me. What was the point. xXx