I mean it. I am going to sue them.
Alternatively, I'm going to send them my Eurostar tickets bill.
Seriously.
Love you too.
Friday, March 09, 2007
So it's nearly 3 after a night out - and I'm thinking male friends are a bane of existence for the following reasons:
1) female friends never like your choice in male friends (ok, MY choice - this is now proven)
2) they compliment you once and then think that's enough for the rest of the year
3) I'm sure there are more but I'm coming down from the alcohol high and couldn't give a shit enough to document the rest.
Anyway, men are stupid tonight simply because I decided they are. Except for S who make my night a million times better. Tonight, I love S. Thank god for text messages.
I want to wish Frenchie a good trip to Paris and to congratulate her on her latest hobby - pretending she works for UPS.
Love you.
1) female friends never like your choice in male friends (ok, MY choice - this is now proven)
2) they compliment you once and then think that's enough for the rest of the year
3) I'm sure there are more but I'm coming down from the alcohol high and couldn't give a shit enough to document the rest.
Anyway, men are stupid tonight simply because I decided they are. Except for S who make my night a million times better. Tonight, I love S. Thank god for text messages.
I want to wish Frenchie a good trip to Paris and to congratulate her on her latest hobby - pretending she works for UPS.
Love you.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
..sports..
To quote a postcard a friend once gave me, "If God had wanted me to exercise, He would have put diamonds on the floor". That said, I am not against all sports.
Lifting a spoon from the ice cream bucket to my mouth is a weekly routine. I flip the pages of Grazia magazine for a least half an hour on tuesdays. I lift my right arm and elbow daily to bring alcohol to my mouth (and I only drink doubles, so it's heavier). I make a run for the nightbus when drunk after an evening at Cubana (only to find out that the bus is full, and not taking any more passengers grrr). I.. have sex.
And yes, it's a sport. Not in the Olympic Games - yet -, but I'm campaining for it.
And now my fingers are exhausted from such dreadful exercise - typing on a keyboard - so I'll have to leave the detailed account of my 'football match' (x4) for later.
Lifting a spoon from the ice cream bucket to my mouth is a weekly routine. I flip the pages of Grazia magazine for a least half an hour on tuesdays. I lift my right arm and elbow daily to bring alcohol to my mouth (and I only drink doubles, so it's heavier). I make a run for the nightbus when drunk after an evening at Cubana (only to find out that the bus is full, and not taking any more passengers grrr). I.. have sex.
And yes, it's a sport. Not in the Olympic Games - yet -, but I'm campaining for it.
And now my fingers are exhausted from such dreadful exercise - typing on a keyboard - so I'll have to leave the detailed account of my 'football match' (x4) for later.
Friday, March 02, 2007
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