Head Cold Syrup

Tomorrow will be a good day. Wednesdays are never the good days. I'm sick of that so tomorrow will be a good one. Hopefully the following will be good too. I'd like the rest of my days to be good days. All good days until I'm happy enough with one simple thing that I can wake up in a bad day and stay awake.

Photoless Phred here, deciding to put some nice music in a post so that you will too have good days.




You wake up, you're on fire.

WOOD CLOUD

Ally took us down an alley way last night. I was confused and scared because I didn't have a knife/spoon on me but it all got better when we found the staircase to Woodland Bar and a welcoming sign. If getting an acorn stamp at the door doesn't inspire you to get down and dirty there (You may never wash your wrist), then maybe free beer and pie tasting would.

Times two

I went and saw Lydia play again tonight in my home town. It was good. Could have had a minor stroke from how good it was. Then I bought their shirt. Bye favourite music makers.

Of course you're all crazy

Last night I fed my ears with live music of Lydia. I don't know what to write that could explain how great the night was, so instead, here are a bunch of photos and a little moo V. 

The best.

The Hill

I'm still battery-less. I went out to buy them yesterday but I found myself in a shoes store buying a new pair of shoes so in my rush of guilt I scurried home before anything else along the likes could happen. These are photos from many weeks ago. Old and odd. I was going to wait for my film from this day to get developed but I realised, with my commitment, I'll be waiting for years.

Cloud nine. No hype.

Last night this came on the radio. This song is definitely leading in the race of 'best songs'. I honestly want it played at my funeral. I don't care when it's played, just make sure it is and get the ushers to hand out tin-foil helmets to everyone. That's my only input towards proceedings for that day.

In other speakings. I haven't had anything to post here in a while. I'm still mourning over the death of my cameras last batteries and I'm finding it hard to move on to buying new ones. Maybe if I look at my toothbrush's scraggly hair one more time, it'll convince me enough to go out today and buy a new one. Then while I'm out, I'll start a new family of batteries.
My life is interesting. I should start a blog.

So this weekend, even if it's spent lying at home listening to Phantogram who I just sinfully torrented the shit out of, I'll take photos of it and you will see them.
To make up for your lost time in reading this, watch Gang Gang Dance rip up his shit. Get ready to this song and don't hurt yourselves. Go live your weekend.

Kitten Whiskers

Her whiskers looked proud so I took photos for her. Not a bad whisker day.

The happiness in new apparel

Har har har