Boy. British. Middling twenties. Inhabitant of East London and/or the Kentish seaside. Slight obsession with Carl Sagan. Also a fan of squids.
Ask me anything
Ask me anything
Luna as she is.
Lambskin Wolf
OH ACTUALLY
Let me tell you about boat-building slang, because it’s basically all about fucking trannies and slapping bitch paint on your uprights.
I’m not going to tell you want those things mean though.
BUILDING BOATS IS HARD
Honestly how the fuck do you get expanding insulation foam off of your fingers? I look like I’ve covered my hands in superglue and jerked off a chimney.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Luna. She’s mine now.
I own my own 90 foot river barge. She’s going to be a houseboat. This is some kind of madness, and the full ramifications haven’t really set in yet.
Just call me Captain.
X-Ray booked for Tuesday.
Possible hairline fracture to right patella.
In common parlance; I got shitface and fell on my knee and now it really fucking hurts.
“ Maybe I need to stop flirting with people and just have sex with them ”
My housemate, Amy, whilst stone cold sober.
OH FUCK
Somehow me buying a caravan has turned into me buying an eighty-seven foot river barge.
I AM SHITTING MY TINY PANTALOONS.
