its my mums birthday and i forgot to buy her a present..
and now an excerpt from grandmas house:
ive just been lying here in 43 degrees celcius thinking about cute indian boys. they're cute. even some of the cricketers. maybe its their manner or. i dont know.
foreign is sexy, even english guys are foreign enough to be sexy. might have something to do with "seriously mick you fucker"
2 wickets but not one out in the 7 minutes ive been here. AUS 2 fa 159. target 443. they'd have to break records to win. [michael clarke for captain]
any boy is better than the average aussie car beach accent fucks. up em selves.
i'll have to find out if anywhere else is better.
londons got the cute indian boys bonus english accent. just let me go.
9 more fucked hot days to go. then new classes then get through those nasty exams, bit of planning, then im back on a plane.
oh jen is in the US. oh oh. i miss you.
all the clocks have stopped here, and the tv's fuzzy, the coffee thing broke, and i bet you dont know where arrawarra is DO YOU. no. you lucky people. my dads mum, the most incoherent person you're ever likely to meet. i dont know why i dont like her, but i really cant stand her. im not getting old.
i feel like a champagne cocktail. 2 fa 162. ponting&martin both on 34. india will win. cute sexy foreign boys.
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and now im home. just for closure..the tv blew up.