drunk

hi i'm at stephen's an he is so giving me shit. he hates art. he is giving me shit about blogging. he is giving me shit about ross (i told you). and he's trying to drink my art. mutherfucker, what does he know. i'm pissed and 5th form typing isnt haelping. i went to bed with flynn john who wanted to be in a band called flynn john and the flynn johns and we got pissed in victoria park and hitch hiked home (in auckland for god sake) and on his wall he had spraypainted "the jam" like on the record cover that stephen is holding up and i was in his bed in my mesh top with my nipples poking through and i thought what the fuck am i doing here when i woke up and bolted. shit it is hard to type when you are pissed and stephen is talking shit.