I can’t believe I’ve been living out of a tent for the past… shit - almost a month. I cannot wait for my log cabin to be finished but its turning into such a big job and we are always too tired for all the work. The past week we have done nothing because we got so distracted with buying and pimping new guitars and setting up a recording studio in the house and getting drunk and I lost my mind a bit and I had a horrible hospital appointment. At least we can finally see the end in sight. Tomorrow we are 100% going to collect the carpet and buy all the electrics and putting up extra support beams so even if we don’t finish the insulation tomorrow then we can do it by saturday night. I really want to get my shit-hot wallpaper up and unpack by sunday afternoon. Have a picture of us pulling our “we mean business” faces before we tore down/pushed over the old shed last month. Oh, life.
This sums up how I often feel about life outside of the womb.
Save £350 every month between now and September to cover me for surgery time off.
Make the shed into a home.
Do some online courses.
Get a passport.
Record my EP and then sell my guitar using the money to release EP.
Play a couple of gigs in a band.
Perform at more spoken word gigs.
Release ‘How God Was Born’ graphic novel.
Write short film script.
Buy the musical setups/equipment for my other EPs.
Complete planned creative projects i.e - Lost Posters, square sketchbook, Local Celebrities.
Get a camera to create some digital art/document everything.
- Only cling to friendships with a meaningful connection even if it’s brief and take everyone else as an acquaintance.
- Avoid people with bad energy at all costs.
- Trust my instincts.
- Partake in physical relationships with only those who I have a solid emotional and spiritual connection with.
- Work out (upper body) every other day.
- Swim twice a week.
- Eat better.
- Drink better.
- Smoke less.
- Sleep better.
- Get all of the tattoos I want.
They say you need someone to lean on. I wanted someone to lean with, see?
- Slow Motion (Sauve Qui Peut La Vie)
I have found her. I don’t know if she has found me. Some days I think she has. Some days I think she is leaning on me. To be honest, either is fine. As long as she’s leaning in my direction.
I wanted to grow old with you. You’re beautiful and clever now - it’s easy to love you now - but I’ll still love you when the wind’s dried you out, and when you’re old and broken.
—Angus - The Decoy Bride