su·per·fi·cial ( P ) Pronunciation Key (spr-fshl)
adj.
Of, affecting, or being on or near the surface: a superficial wound.
Concerned with or comprehending only what is apparent or obvious; shallow.
Apparent rather than actual or substantial: a superficial resemblance.
Trivial; insignificant: made only a few superficial changes in the manuscript.
This is funniest thing i’ve read in a long time, written by funkjames, the welsh pimps was our group of alcoholic idiots in uni, we still go round today, but it’s nothign like them days, with us all doing our own things etc. You might recognise a few names, you might not, if you know trefforest (where our uni was) then more empathy might follow, anyways the new welsh pimp production: Taffenders
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ok ok, so I’m drunk, it gets a guy good cutting loose once in a while. And plod is by no means an exception to this, as you all know 
. Happyness, is perhaps just around the corner, but at times today I have fealt like I’ve hit a brick wall. You know that ghey cliché so close, but yet so far. Been at aims today, and It’s been awesome chilling, let me tell you, can’t fucking wait till she’s in my delete delete delete delete our personal space, for the majority of the time, but i’ll come back to that, besides that, the mortgage, which is all but done has got to me, work which is all but done has got to me, the exam, which is all but due to take is getting to me, money which is all but sorted, has got to me. And now post alcohol, I’m a lot better, minus cigerettes, but still a lot better.
And now on to the Aims in my space bit, got it is awesome, she is like my female header best mate, loves to get wrecked, stupid sense of humour, clumsy as fuck like me, and then to top that all off, shes my woman, whos sexy classy etc, (*wretch*), oh and did I mention she’s a geek. When I was in Cardiff, her in my space was awesome, but things are different now, our relationship has matured, things are a lot less anxious, and a lot more functional, and god i can’t wait.
As allways things in the life of plod are far from normal, but who knows, there is life at the end of the tunnel, even if I have just hit the wall.
yer sorry im a busy little be, studying for exam, work has a lot on, house is nearly there, money is nowhere, you know the drill, I am about just busy, so yes bare with me my viewers I’ll be about.
I am recovering from a jagermeister hangover, didn’t have much to drink, but what I did have before going to bed is hurting. My exam is on the 11th of October, I’m going to make it this time, and am studying so If you wonder where I am you know.
Ok, so it’s been quiet round here recently. Yes well, Post september the twelth, things have been busy. In case you didn’t know my birthday went excellent pictures here. I’d just like everyone for coming, from far and near, without you lot, it just wouldn’t have happened. I’d also like to give Aimée a great big big big, thanks, thank you for this birthday meant a lot xxx. Cue corny music. Oh and to those who couldnt make it, what with hangover, money, other plans, whateve, “get tae fuck!”
Right theres the nice bit out of the way, then theres the wonderfullness that was there to great me on my way out of the hotel on my actuall birthday. My car broken into, driver window smashed, car stereo gone, bag from back gone (only books inside, they were emptied inside car). Weeeeee, what fun.
But hey, apart from the obvious bad bits, it’s been a blast, Aims was so good as to get me my eyebrow pierced for the third time 
. Allthough it hurts like fuck at the moment, it’s still looking sexy as fuck. Which was awesome of her. She also got me a handbag, which i’ve been coaxing for, for ages. Now my trousers won’t fall down when I’m carrying my shit round everywhere.
Open university, have sucked monkey balls, after fucking me about for weeks telling me their sending me a replacement hand book, they tell me they can’t and i should read the policy documents. Then after treating me like a piece of shit on the phone, they decide they loan me one, and nothing turns up. But on the bright side, I speant a few hours yesterady going through all my stuff at the house i’m buying, and found my original hand book, and everything else i needed for that matter, well allmost.
Which moves me on finally, looks like i’ll own the house in 10-14 days, w00 w00 w00. So what’s on my plate now, well financially I’m fucked, but I’m building to sort that as we speak. I have my resit for MST121 in a few weeks, and am beginning to knuckle down studying for that, and then theres my house, which i’m looking forward too.
Anyways, with the business of myself at the moment, you can appreciate that updates are going to be few and far between.
I’m old now, well a day away but hey. And gosh what a hangover i’ve had today, the kids weren’t heppy in my head/belly. Metros weeeeeeee, got my eyebrow repierced today fuck me it hurt this time. Right, gotta go beers, and slags. Pics to follow!
So that time is upon us, my birthday festivities have landed. I am sitting in my parents lounge, on the dining table, in my boxer shorts, feeling a little stale, a little anxious, and excited as hell. This is the weekend birthday’s used to be about, only I grew up, well I’m fed up of growing up, at 25 I don’t wan’t to go no further, so If I abuse the fuck out of my immune system, then perhaps i can reverse the effects. Or at least have a fucking blinder seeing off my child hood.
So what’s the plans then? Well I have to get all my shit here sorted. M0rf is on his way, once I’m sorted we will go via Aims work, to porthcawl, to charge up the camera (gotta have pics). Oh also via the house, I’m going to buy, really gotta get my bowler hat 
. Yus then It will be into Cardiff, to check into hotel (not getting taxi home in this mess).
And then the fun will begin, if you want to be part of this magical mystery tour, give me a ring, we should be spending tonight in metros (*cue towny shudder) and tommorow, a meal of 27 people (I’m hungry ) in TGI Fridays, followed by a boogie in town.
So yes, I bid you farewell, nice knowing u in me youth!
So that time is upon us, my birthday festivities have landed. I am sitting in my parents lounge, on the dining table, in my boxer shorts, feeling a little stale, a little anxious, and excited as hell. This is the weekend birthday’s used to be about, only I grew up, well I’m fed up of growing up, at 25 I don’t wan’t to go no further, so If I abuse the fuck out of my immune system, then perhaps i can reverse the effects. Or at least have a fucking blinder seeing off my child hood.
So what’s the plans then? Well I have to get all my shit here sorted. M0rf is on his way, once I’m sorted we will go via Aims work, to porthcawl, to charge up the camera (gotta have pics). Oh also via the house, I’m going to buy, really gotta get my bowler hat . Yus then It will be into Cardiff, to check into hotel (not getting taxi home in this mess).
And then the fun will begin, if you want to be part of this magical mystery tour, give me a ring, we should be spending tonight in metros (*cue towny shudder) and tommorow, a meal of 27 people (I’m hungry ) in TGI Fridays, followed by a boogie in town.
So yes, I bid you farewell, nice knowing u in me youth!
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Ok so I’ve not been active here, and yer it has sucked, but I’ve been a bit disheartened about it all, theres been no comments, so I’ve assumed nobodys really bothered anymore, that and I’ve been busy. For those of you attending my birthday munch on Saturday, it kicks off at 8:30.
So what have I been up to, well I’ve been working hard on the allmost complete now, project. Stressing like fuck about my relationship, for no specific reason, stressing about money, spending money, working, working, travelling, and erm drinking like a monster.
And not I’m back, and like a come back of an old time favourite, as sick boy was say “aye it’s no bad, but it’s not great either, is it? And in your heart you kind of know that although it sounds all right, it’s actually just shite.”