twelve-fifty-one, seven-thirty, fourteen-fifty-nine.

it's seven-sodding-thirty in the bloody morning.

i don't know why i am awake.

i hate my father, still.

he "helped himself" to cash from my wallet two days ago.

i eagerly await his return to Papua New Guinea.

and also the return of my SIM to me.

i am on what i expect to be the first of three cups of coffee.

i have sod-all to do right now.

someone help me.

please?

"Talk to me now I'm older
Your friends'll do 'cause I told her
Friday night's a bit lonely
Change your plans and then phone me

We could go and get forties
Fuck going to that party
Oh really, your folks are away now?
Alright, let's go
You convinced me

12:51 is the time my voice
found the words I sought
Is it this stage I want?
The world is shutting up for us
Oh we were tense for sure
But we was confident

Kiss me now that I'm older
I won't try to control you
Friday night's a bit lonely
Take it slow but don't warn me

We'd go out and get forties
Then we'd go to some party
Oh really, your folks are away now?
Alright I'm coming
I'll be right there"

- "12:51", The Strokes