Oooh you're a naughty mess

frustratingly still house-moping under this dense malady/ don't think i'll repeat yesterday's excursions/ trying to ebay some fcuk-mas gifts, hampers and such/ can't wait to get out of ldn to my parent's/ only been out of town twice this year (both instances my parents took the alba and i away) so the impact of the unfurling countryside'll be all the more profound/ i'm not sure if tea-total-ism is an option for a freelance writer/ perhaps i'll take another form of occupation but, having worked many different jobs the years i was supposed to be turning up at college i've'd a taste of many offices, shops, clubs, bars, post-production companies, courier circuits and they all suck'd & blow'd simultaneous, aside from the courier apres-ride which, amusingly, involved lots of rides (i was single at the time)/ anyway, enough of this pointless dire-tribe/ going to blow my nose and then listen to happy mondays, kinky afro, wot just arrived by post/