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I am sorry but I failed you. I did not reach inner peace dressed in attractive browns. I did not even wear brown. In fact, I failed rather spectacularly at any kind of self-analysis and improvement. Well, I did land my first team skate trick with my homeboy Ian when we skated an empty bowl, or more accurately paddling pool. I won't over glamorise our success. But I digress, I did fail, I remember thinking whilst shaking my rump (ironically of course) across the local middle age club 'bed' with Panthro action figure in hand. Perhaps I excelled in failure. However their was some repentance Sunday as I planed wood. Doing as any loving boyfriend would do, a bit of DIY for the lady. I have also done a bit of recording for a new track that if I don't finish this week, I will mark myself a D and have no pudding. i also have some beats to crit for a good mate and talented musician Steve (rock on shatter effect).

No Mr Beer this weekend however, and I am yet to be eye candy for the front seat of the new ride, but in time we shall... ride, preferably in ponchos. Much applause to him anyway for getting out the box and quite possibly squeezing in a triangle for stuff he managed. A warning though my friend, as two triangles can make a square. Anyone who has any idea what I mean please write your answer on a self addressed envelope posted to your mums house.

Right, back to boobs (work not pleasure).