Sundays.

Every things shit but I feel good.

Luckily I met a nice person a short time ago, we've decided it would be beneficial not to spend any money for a month, I'll have shit all to do so expect more photos. IMGOINGBLOGCRAZY.

Then at the end i'll have enough money to buy this baby.

BenniBack. BenniBack. BenniBack.

Completely un-aware of the drama that awaits us in Bennicasim, lost tents, lost minds, stolen money, hurricane ball bag, missed flights, fights, arguments...best time EVER!

Wasted.

Could someone please put this site to use, i can see allsorts of shoots here. DO IT!

Glooorious.

Iv wanted a skull related ring for a long time, but never as badly as now! Look at this baby!

mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money.

Due to bordom iv been drawing magazine models. Which is equally boring so i intend on exaggerating them and adding crazy colours. Bring on the fiinger paints!

who knew 15p could leave you stranded in a heavy woolen coat on a perfectly sunny day, overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment.

So I finish a very unsuccessful day at work, walk round the corner and come face to face with the one person I try to avoid (Brighton is truly the hardest of places to avoid anyone) we manage a strange acknowledgment of each other then turn away. The bus pulls up and I run from the situation iv found my self, of course dropping the contents of my purse in the proses this being brought to my attention by a painful sounding OI! OI! EEXCUUUUSE ME! I then clamber all my belongings together knowing that the next challenge is the hardest...I now have to try and convince the lovely tooth bucked 50 yr old teenager driving the bus, to let me on for a mere 15pence. Thankfully he tells me to sit. I walk to the back, put my bag down with a sigh of relief knowing we can drive away and go home. But no, we move a pathetic meter or two, the bus, my window is now parallel with the face that sent my heart plummeting at the begging of this short story.
"EXCUSE ME, YOUNG GIRL." Oh god. I'm now nose to nose with the grotesque Brighton and Hove twat who's telling me to get off unless I have anymore money. After a pointless argument on how 15p is more than enough to get me to my destination which is only up the road (of course my stop isn't really 'just up the road' but I'm clutching at straws now) The bus spits me out in the heat of the afternoon in my big woolen coat, a heavy bag, a bladder full to the brim and nothing but a hill of doom ahead of me and the second heart sinking feeling in the space of 5 minutes.

Don't worry Iv now re-kindled my love for the ol' Chomp bar, come to think of it this may have happened before.

Maybel.

New project. It's gonna be something like 60 photos in 60 minuets 3 x a day...sounds shit but really i just need to keep a camera every where i go. Probably should have figured this out before the last month of college!

Guzzi.

Waiting for college to finally finish so that i can take Guzzi out. I'm thinking Whitehawk, Moulscoomb and other such holes around Brighton.

metal me.

Maaaan want my very own self studding kit. I'd stud everything, boots, jackets, knickers, bras.....where can i get one?
Also I'd stud the virgins. punk them up a bit! they were pretty poor lastnight.
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forget about chocolate eggs. look what iv'e found.

On the way home lastnight i found many snails. it was kinda like a nightmare the further down my street i got the denser the mass of snails became. I killed about a hand full or do they just become slugs?

square eyes.

This is an image from a shoot i did a while back. It was all about television and mainly children and well blah blah it's bad blah blah brain washing blaaaah blah. But this is my mum doesn't she look sad.