On the D.L.

It seems I have got to keep my blog on the down low for a while. Feathers are getting ruffled and I'm getting MySpace bombs every day. Bruv - it is tough on the world wide web these days. You get me? My advice to everyone who jumps to the conclusion every time they see a XXCENSOREDXX and think's it's them is "Don't get sad". I know more than 5 people and chances are I could be talking about someone else.

I'm feeling a bit reflective today after arriving at work an hour late. Total gridlock on Seven Sisters Road cause of the busted up pipes and flooding. A bruv can't even get to work and make an honest dollar these dayz. I didn't actually roll out of bed til I was meant to be at my desk today. A bruv had a lot on a bruv's mind. Well a bit less on my mind that I have done for the preceding three nights. I woke up with an empty head - no dreams at all - which is a relief after having pornographic dreams three nights in a row about a certain "Shorditch DJ" that left me emotionally confused, a little bit disgusted, and most of all - totally horny.



And HELLO? What happened to the sun today?

xx Lektrogirl