So my birthday is tomorrow (the 20th) and you know what that means? Well it means I'm going to be 23 which to me is a rather unspectacular age, but it's my day to do as I please so there will be lots of alcohol and lots of sex.
Other than that BBQ fest was a blast, they screwed up the judging (they publicly gave the wrong prizes to the wrong people) so our team won more than we thought and we're waiting for the overall results. There are plenty of pictures at my flickr account here
I said I wouldn't blog anymore which is a false statement, I meant to say I wouldn't bitch anymore. There's a difference, even though it's a small one.
On that note I'm going to finish this bottle of wine and watch some tv and wait for my birthday to come around so I can have an excuse to not do anything productive for 24 hours.
Other than that BBQ fest was a blast, they screwed up the judging (they publicly gave the wrong prizes to the wrong people) so our team won more than we thought and we're waiting for the overall results. There are plenty of pictures at my flickr account here
I said I wouldn't blog anymore which is a false statement, I meant to say I wouldn't bitch anymore. There's a difference, even though it's a small one.
On that note I'm going to finish this bottle of wine and watch some tv and wait for my birthday to come around so I can have an excuse to not do anything productive for 24 hours.