Monday 1 December 2008
Right. First of all, if anyone has seen the new Futurist Casio Gold LANDSCAPE watch in the Casio Store in London: that watch should be tucked up in bed with a bowl of chicken soup and a warm mug of cocoa. That's how sick it is.Don't try looking on the internet for it. I've been trying to look for it everywhere and all I can see is the non-landscape versions. And it's getting increasingly annoying. I can't see myself going into the capital for a while though, but when I do. It's mine.
Today, whilst trying to stop the room from spinning and the de-habilitating feeling in my stomach from making me keel over in excrutiating pain I have been listening to the following tracks:
Fake Blood - Mars (unedited vers)
Busy P - Chop Suey
The Bloody Beetroots - Mac Mac
Surkin - Ghetto Obsession (original)
The Chemical Brothers - Saturate
Kid Cudi - Day N Night (Crookers edit)
Edu K - Gatas Gatas Gatas (Crookers edit)
SebastiAn - Motor
Uffie - In Charge (instrumental)
High Powered Boys - Hoes Get Down
Bobmo - Home Alone
Good thing is my heart seems to palpitate in time to most of the songs.
The events of the weekend for most people involved can be accurately illustrated by various parts of the following:
I just woke up
Everything was fucked
From the night before
I was beyond repair
I had just woke up
Everything was wrong
All the cats were dead
And the phones were gone
I had just woke up
Like a heart attack
I weren't coming back
And mum was dressed in black
I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
I had just woke up
In someone elses bed
She was overweight
Who did I do last night?
I felt paradise
In between girl's thighs
It was quick and nice
The feelings cold as ice
I could hardly walk
And I had the shakes
Had to eat some fruit
Or I was gonna faint
I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
I need one day a week
For my cuts to heal
Take every Monday off
With my blood shot eyes
If work only knew
What I got up to
At the weekend
They wouldn't speak to me
Or pretend to be my friends
Take every Monday off
With my blood shot eyes
With my blood shot eyes
I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
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What a song. What a night. What the fuck were we thinking?!
Labels: beats, bobmo, busy p, casio, crookers, edu k, fake blood, gold, high powered boys, kid cudi, saturday, sebastian, sick, surkin, the bloody beetroots, the chemical brothers, the rakes, uffie
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