You boycott your brain, you answer with fists.
WE'RE DOOMED FUCKING DOOMED FUCKING DOOMED FUCKING DOOMED FUCKING DOOMED

Yeah I just updated, so what. There's good chance I wont actually get to update much during the last two weeks of this journals life, but we'll see what I can do.

I woke up in Levenshulme this morning, and had absolutely no choice but to get the bus back into town. The level of disgusting, racially charged poverty in this city is not helped by the winter grim demon. Over here in Cheshire, my comfortable so-called voluntary poverty looks like a sick joke after seeing a blind Asian girl stumble around a crowded bus. And people say there's no point trying to improve the buses because scum will make them unbearable again in no time. I was at Em's house, having slept rather well on an airbed. I don't hold it against her for sacking me, which I suppose is what happened. I wish I had had more notice, so that I could get people along who always promised to come, but in the end it was the usual crowd, barely. I might ask Tony if he wants me to try doing some punk and ska for his night.

I never used to be able to understand why people didn't always fill in the "music" field on here. It's because you can't show how cool you are when you listen to the same few bands over and over again, can you? Hey, how brilliant is Livejournal? Let's big up Livejournal.

Confession time! I truly believe all the things I say about working less, buying less, living more. But I like having money in order to escape money, like all the people who want to win the lottery so they dont need to work. I have a small (subjective) stash of money that I don't like to see deplete as it makes me feel more secure. I'm not really living on the brink (not that I would purposefully put myself there) but I wonder if when I get some big expenses and get down to the red, I'll be able to hack it. I try not to spend much at all even now, but I know I remain in a relatively privelidged minority. I found a quid on the floor of the pub tonight though. I should be reassured of my survival skills by the fact that I was actually looking on the floor for loose change.

I would rather like my new journal to have some kind of design that gave it small entry boxes, but I can't do that shit.

A story from a while ago that I want to document. Last month I stayed at Adams home after going out to a club. Drunkenly, I ate some rosemary in their kitchen. They are quite an ethical couple, vegan and vegetarian, all the rest. But this rosemary was just about the most unethical food product there is.

It was Tesco. Okay. Even I eat Tesco bread, because they use it as a loss leader.
It was air freighted, and said so explicitly.
Air freighted...
...from the West Bank.

Edit: When I said I had absolutely no choice but to take the bus, I meant that I would rather walk as that of course is free (tying those parts of my entry together), not that I wouldnt want to ride the scummy bus. But I had no idea how to get from where I was to somewhere I knew.