A constant gloom on the outside world.

Hey guise omg whats up guise!
I am still dealing with the aftermath of awkwardness from when I somehow found myself singing mr harrisons disgustingly horrible creation 'black yellow and gold or i dont even know' softly under my breath when I exited the train today.
especially when, whilst quietly humming this tune, I got so distracted by some young hipsters long slogan shirt that I failed to realise he was talking to me until we both found ourselves in the awkward situation where we knew he had spoken to me and we knew I hadn't heard and we also knew that I was currently staring somewhere in the vicinity of his nipples. Even worse, when he repeated his heartily interesting question, I was currently chewing my way through a mouth full of pretzels, so my answer ended up sounding somewhat like 'omphfgh.'
Anyway. Tenzin is now in my house painting her nails some strange 'so called 80's' colour for this no doubt painful 80's party where I'll look like a knob. Oh well. so will everyone else.
We had an amazing moment of inspiration today in our front garden sitting on cushions and ended up creating a genius song with deep, amazing lyrics and a, ahem, excuse the painful writing, 'fully kickass chord line.'
And now tenzins arm hurts from playing guitar and my voice is feeling, well hey, FINE after singin up a storm!
Anyway gotta go. Cat Empire are calling.