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well, yeah, stuff. you know what i mean?

Im working for SAS which unfortunatly does not envolve guns or sharp camo. well, i could bring that to the table but then if i 'do camo' i do it properly... with netting. SAS is an art agency where people dont wear shoes and the toilet has random glass blocks in. well, not in, but near by. Its all very prety and the sort of thing my northern dad would call silly.

I had a great weekend that started with a romantic meal for two with Mark and just got better. Highlights included, in no paticular order; Mr whizzles jokes (i like silly jokes.. like my life.), a bout of hilarity at the Never Ending Story where the sad horse sinks. loosing ass wars with shereen, dancing, NOT eating the post club food, getting congratulated by a stranger for my ice cube boob hat tick, reading wormwood, ice lollies, jager prawn shots, champain, stars, kisses, and not enough sleep.

i did also combine hand crushed strawberrys with gin, and jager to make an awesome shot as yet to be named. perhapse "woo!"

My mum may be texting me from miami about the texture of doplhins, but who cares?

In other news Team Lidl (congrats to Whizzle.. our first pro rider signing) has brainstormed some cool ideas to waste our saturdays involving a stunt that will give us glory or hospital!! cant wait for the adrnalin on that one! ahh, stupidity is so very rewarding.

i've had a call about a six month contract at stupid money which im thinking about... I could buy a gold egg or go to canada and see my homeboys on that cash. But right now i have a million options for the future and im trying to see if one shifts to focus by itself.

Tonight i eat pasta, write standup, and watch Neverwhere, possibly after skating with Lidl bags.