Have been busy. No luck with coffee guy, or hot friend who apparently is no longer polite enough to reply to my awkwardly arch emails. Again no potential love interest for me. After 2.5 years I'm getting pretty... well cross is the most honest adjective.
It was my youngest brother's 21st Birthday party on the weekend, which meant a lot of cooking, cleaning, passing around food, mingling and making small talk for me... and being woken up after an hour of sleep by him vomiting. Ugh.
My brother is the world's biggest, vainest, metro-sexual, and has actually been doing some modeling (ugh), so making small talk with the kind of vapid bogan girls who swarmed to the party was pretty hard work. Ugh again.
It was my youngest brother's 21st Birthday party on the weekend, which meant a lot of cooking, cleaning, passing around food, mingling and making small talk for me... and being woken up after an hour of sleep by him vomiting. Ugh.
My brother is the world's biggest, vainest, metro-sexual, and has actually been doing some modeling (ugh), so making small talk with the kind of vapid bogan girls who swarmed to the party was pretty hard work. Ugh again.
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which started out as what we used to call the "weekend mohawk".....
ahem. anyway, besides that i had a bad xmas work party on fri nite and bailed an hour into it.
ah well, new years is coming up
Abominably belated, I know (the traumas of moving house and subsequent Internetlessness make for a more-neurotically-frazzled-than-usual and tardily rude Neurotica) but...
That "Oh, Ron, don't get your wand in a knot" was triumphed only by the eyebrow-raising dementia of Barty Crouch's son's tongue-flickering at poor Snape, Snape and Karkaroff's shifty glimpses at each other of the-love-that-dare-not-speak-its-name-esque shame, Snape and Harry's four seconds of moisteningly heavy eye contact, and Harry's Nabokovian bath scene of clotheslessness. Mmmm, Nabokovian clothelessness. I hadn't squealed with such repulsive girlishness since I first saw The Labyrinth.
Your vain metrosexual brother sounds like he ought to go bowling with my vain metrosexual brother. They're about the right age too. Mine also has a horribly saccharine Russian child-bride whom he exchanges illiterate SMS love-poetry with.