We shall meet again Mr. Bond...
Last weekend was pretty big for me.
Celebrating Jesse's first free week in Melbourne for the past six months involved a lot of alcohol. I knew mixing Jaeger shots and the dance floor was not a good idea. -_-;
Worst yet? Jesse finally got his sweet payback towards my drunken confession which stuffed things up between him & F a couple of years ago. *shakes fist determinedly* Never mind that he had plenty of opportunities to stuff it up himself. Oh so many opportunities. No, my example will remain as one of his top 10 worst wingman moments. Oh but there will be payback! When I say I'll be on the dance floor in five minutes, you don't need to grab my shoulder like that just to drag me away from women you think are far below my standards.
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Jesse, I'll have you know that my standards are pretty damn low when it comes to simple one-night stands! ... Harsh, but lamentably true.
This cold I picked up from Kristen looked as if it would disappear last weekend. I bitch slapped it with a bucket and a half of oranges & vitamin C, with a liberal dash of home-made chicken soup. Then I happened to visit my mother & the nurses warned me that there was a cold running around the nursing home. Wonderful. Smashing. Brilliant way for me to gather up all that effort I've expended into getting up out of bed without hacking up a lung, and then flush it down the toilet with this next cold. So, I'm back on a fruit & vegetables heavy diet to hopefully boost my system defences. Now I must consider what to cook for dinner tonight which will help me. Maybe some chicken broth. Mmm... chicken broth.
I'm considering doing a Yum Cha session once I'm better, simply to celebrate that occasion. ... And because I really miss going to Yum Cha every other weekend. Dammit, I need a new girlfriend so I can drag her out there.
... No, no I wouldn't just be using her for brunch purposes, why do you ask? Yes, it is so very very difficult to brunch by oneself, unless you've got an extremely good book and a complete disregard for what other customers and the waiters will think of you. I find it hard to bring that level of glib disdain into existence these days.
In other news, I still consider a knapsack, satchel and messenger bag to be the same thing. A useful bag which any male or female can sling over a shoulder as it carries the basic essentials of one's daily life without one's suit lining being ruined via pocket filling. It is a satchel. Not a murse. A murse in my lexicon, is a Male Nurse. Not a Male Purse. A Male Purse would require one to keep their money in there, correct? Do you see me putting my wallet in my satchel? No, you do not. It means I can leave my bag beneath my seat without worrying over some sharp-eyed, crooked thief to yoink my bag and my life will never be the same again. But that might just be me.
Anyway, I have very little to post about today.
Toodles.
Celebrating Jesse's first free week in Melbourne for the past six months involved a lot of alcohol. I knew mixing Jaeger shots and the dance floor was not a good idea. -_-;
Worst yet? Jesse finally got his sweet payback towards my drunken confession which stuffed things up between him & F a couple of years ago. *shakes fist determinedly* Never mind that he had plenty of opportunities to stuff it up himself. Oh so many opportunities. No, my example will remain as one of his top 10 worst wingman moments. Oh but there will be payback! When I say I'll be on the dance floor in five minutes, you don't need to grab my shoulder like that just to drag me away from women you think are far below my standards.
...
Jesse, I'll have you know that my standards are pretty damn low when it comes to simple one-night stands! ... Harsh, but lamentably true.
This cold I picked up from Kristen looked as if it would disappear last weekend. I bitch slapped it with a bucket and a half of oranges & vitamin C, with a liberal dash of home-made chicken soup. Then I happened to visit my mother & the nurses warned me that there was a cold running around the nursing home. Wonderful. Smashing. Brilliant way for me to gather up all that effort I've expended into getting up out of bed without hacking up a lung, and then flush it down the toilet with this next cold. So, I'm back on a fruit & vegetables heavy diet to hopefully boost my system defences. Now I must consider what to cook for dinner tonight which will help me. Maybe some chicken broth. Mmm... chicken broth.
I'm considering doing a Yum Cha session once I'm better, simply to celebrate that occasion. ... And because I really miss going to Yum Cha every other weekend. Dammit, I need a new girlfriend so I can drag her out there.
... No, no I wouldn't just be using her for brunch purposes, why do you ask? Yes, it is so very very difficult to brunch by oneself, unless you've got an extremely good book and a complete disregard for what other customers and the waiters will think of you. I find it hard to bring that level of glib disdain into existence these days.
In other news, I still consider a knapsack, satchel and messenger bag to be the same thing. A useful bag which any male or female can sling over a shoulder as it carries the basic essentials of one's daily life without one's suit lining being ruined via pocket filling. It is a satchel. Not a murse. A murse in my lexicon, is a Male Nurse. Not a Male Purse. A Male Purse would require one to keep their money in there, correct? Do you see me putting my wallet in my satchel? No, you do not. It means I can leave my bag beneath my seat without worrying over some sharp-eyed, crooked thief to yoink my bag and my life will never be the same again. But that might just be me.
Anyway, I have very little to post about today.
Toodles.