Moving out of home is the fucking tits. I’m sure, in a few months, when it all comes crashing down into a heap of debt and broken tenancy agreements, I’ll be eating those particular words, but right now (aside from the now-getting-dull-to-talk-about aforementioned single/sexlessness) all is cush. Nowt like Black Sabbath, Becks and MSN.
Yeah, this is a fairly pointless blog post. Sorry for wasting your time.
