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Hmm play fighting is one I haven't tried yet! But do you think it would work on an economist?

It sounds like we both had nice weekend holidays!

In an odd segue it has occurred to me that getting laid in a teepee would be considered an extreme sport in a Melbourne winter...

Bah Can't find strippers??? Well I never...

He's just sad cause he can't afford my rates....

Thank you! You just made my study break much more enjoyable! Isn't it amazing what you dig up during procrastination fueled cleaning? Hmm... speaking of which I could waste a little more time and start to sort my filing...
Good luck in the exam!

Oh and by the way would that have been my infectious grin you were referring to or your own?
If it was mine then I'm impressed, I hadn't even batted my eye lashes at you yet!

Yes, well. Thanks, kind sir. I'm really not fashioned to be a perpetual photographic fixture, though - whilst the camera really did more work than me in this instance, rolling around on the floor whilst off one's nut on gin trying to look composed and fey isn't necessarily a sound permanent arrangement.

Now I know that you are back, you reallly need to update your journal! Come on amuse me!

Beaver? What do you take me for, a Canadian?

"Beaver" hmm, makes me think we should initiate some sort of Australian slang term, how about "possum" since you already appear to be so good at rescuing them your experience might give you a leg up... So to speak!

Glad to 'read' you again.

[Edited on Feb 27, 2006 12:37AM]

Hey when you spell check your name it comes up with "God-like", very amusing.

You're not meant to like the cat. They're not meant to be sympathetic characters. They're not so much characters as disjointed fragments. Tres postmodern, non?

I'm trying to work out what precisely what you were on when that photo was taken.

Now, now, I'm sure you empty your proverbial jiz-bucket on a weekly basis.

Oh, and happy belated birthday. May your year scintillate with nicely-shaped proportionate boobs.

[Edited on Jan 22, 2006 11:16PM]

Happy Birthday! Oooh and it was a Black-Friday-the-thirteenth too, so I hope that means you were extra wicked!

(Editor's note: I mean "wicked" as in naughty, not "wicked" which according to little brother speak is good)

[Edited on Jan 15, 2006 3:46AM]

Indeed ... beer has a way of making everything seem just dandy.

Good to see your shirts were just as fucking awful in 1999 as they are now.

Wow impressive bruise! I had a similar one after falling down my stairs a couple of years ago (I also left five little red toe nail polish marks where my foot hit the skirting board painfully halting my downward trajectory). At the time I was torn between wanting to show everyone my massive bruise and my usual disinclination to show friends my bum.

Ta, kitten, belated as I am in my "no Internet and no house makes Neurotica something something" tardiness.

So, wait. I'm a little disturbed. I have this random doppelganger who meanders about gaily at Pony? Is she an obnoxious and rather cheap drunk too? I want to meet the little slag and either flay her alive or shag her senseless. How very crudely Freudian and noirish.

I do actually live in Melbourne, though. That is, if I had the inclination to go to Pony, it wouldn't be that horribly far a stretch, and I wouldn't be giving you all that much warning.

Oh, bubs. Only Freddy Krueger can damage you in the gossamer folds of slumber, master of the unconscious as he is. I, however, unfortunately lack his smooth 80s one-liners and somewhat dubious complexion.

You too, and an oily Chanukah to boot.