Have you ever looked at a dog through a bagel?

After a slightly insane weekend in wales that mey or may not have resulted in me being videoed singing "beautiful" in a Golem voice to a ring in a balaclava but otherwise normal clothes (me, not the ring... i'm afraid the ring was completely naked), and also resulted in a few delusions being shattered (to my relief... i think... alex, you know what i mean. and if you don't, you're the wrong alex), i am back in london.

I haven't seen any of my frinds in about a month, and have been referred to as mad four times today (personal best). These facts may be related. But then so are the tree you next look at and the third bacteria to the left under the right big toenail of Jamie Oliver. The fact that I might be going insane may also have something to do with the rest of my life and the local london "water", and it was definitely a great idea to bugger off to a secluded welsh house to combat the whole introverted thing, but ah well it was all just a means to an end. Or a beginning. Dear lord i need some actual people to talk to.

Whatever, anyway I'm back in London and have decided to try to get a job. Stop laughing, i will make it out of the door this time and what with the christmas rush and me willing to do full time, then i'm pretty sure i'll get one too. Ideally, i'm looking for a place with some employees my age and mentality, and fairly good pay. Then i thought meh, i'll just get a job a waitrose!! of course, everyone who i know that worked there loooves it and never wanted to leave, tim owing an invaluable encyclopedic knowledge of the bread they stock to employment there, but i'm sure it'll be just fine and all i need is a bit more money for this trip.

Hair update : far too long

Phrase i swear never to use : fanny magnet

Moon of the day : the Moon

Things to steal off Alex : format for endings to stuff