I couldn't think of an appropriate title so I checked my bank balance... Depressing
Well the first thing I want to comment on was the night I just had I spent most of the night listening to my boyfriends breathing then his eventual vomiting, cause by a stomach bug I passed on, sleeping but not enough to completely block out the horror that was occurring a few inches away from me on the other side of a queen bed that seemed far to small for myself, my boyfriend and the evil within him, like Linda Blair in the Exorcist complete with projectile vomiting and weird unearthly noises minus the masturbation with a crucifix (thats for when he gets better). Eventually he turned to me a 6 am and asked me to drive him to the hospital, luckily we got there before most of the people who also spent the night throwing up (it seems to be "la mal de jour"), and the people to poor or cheap to actually pay to go to a GP, so my BF got seen to fairly quickly. They took him in gave him drugs, put him on a drip and let him lay down for a bit of rest, after everything was in place he asked for me to come in, and I was stuck by the fact I was happy that he was safe a looking better, its one of those moments when you realise that you really love someone... but then I woke up to myself, told him he was a sissy girl spew boy and to call me when he was done laying around, because I would be at work having a coffee. I went to work, dressed and ready to work only to tell them I wouldn't be working today because I was too tired, and I would call them later, I love my job. On another note I was talking to my mum the other day about the trip to a gay rights rally she drove the bus we hired to and how I chose to put the bus hire on my mum's credit card which meant that she nearly missed out on seeing Keith Urban in concert, and arguing about the fact that Keith Urban is less important than gay rights. But how she got to see Keith Urban, but the petition we were at the rally to promote was not seen in parliament, you win this mother, its funny how life works out, she thinks I still owe her money for that, which I don't. BITCH! No I love my mum, If you had of asked me if my mum would have done that 5 years ago I would have laughed in your face, its funny how your parents accomidate you when you are their favourite child. It was also good sitting with my brothers commenting on the various women that walked passed, let it be known however I was commenting on there fashion sense, and maybe they were too fat to be wearing the clothes they were wearing. Lastly it is my sister Sarah's birthday today, so happy birthday to you flung with gay abandon into the universe via cyber space, I might call her later, if your at all wondering Sarah is the only girl and the youngest so she was spoiled rotten as a child, and myself and my brothers to this day still hold a little resentment because of that, but we love her all the same. So that was my entry about nothing really hope you enjoyed, feel free to comment.