Oh piss bother bugger and blast! There I am writing a long and beautifully worded diatrabe about what I was going to fill up my usually empty and dull weekends with when I navigate away from the page and lose it all! Bugger damn blast!
Well I find myself trying to recount what I had written to a degree that would do it justice, so here we go:
Well, I seem to be at the horns of a dilemma as to what I should be occupying myself with this weekend, oh humble Suicide Girls account holders (and those lucky enough to have had an email allowing you free acces for three months, good show!).
A while ago, two of my best friends, The Brothers Mcormack proceded to leave the proverbial nest and proceded on their way to the cold harsh halls of Academia to follow their interests and to make their marks on the respective worlds of their chosen fields... Almost two years later, Brother One has become an alcoholic, Brother B has met his soul-mate and both are planning to take a year out to focus on what needs to be done to make sure their relationship lasts and to continue their respective degree's at a later date. Also somewhere along the way, we've picked up a lovely young man who will be referred to simply, as Iain.
Both Brothers (and Iain) have invited me to their little slice of the planet this weekend to help them shift through the veritable mountains of detritus that are their possessions, sort the bad from the good and to help ship it back to their nest at home... And of course, show the place that it will forever be one of the happiest places on Earth by engaging in a night-out that will live in infamy for generations to come.
Another plan was brought to my attention about ooh... Seven hours ago? In which I was offered by a rather hip and trendy popular friend of mine, to accompany him on a weekend excursion to the mountains where we engage in a weekend of frivolity and drunken lunacy.
Plan the third was put forward a little while ago by Mothers fiance, who said that if any of my plans should fall through this weekend, that he would like me to accompany him in painting the town a proverbial shade of crimson.
So you see my problem, dear reader. What should i do? Who should I disappoint?
Answers on a dirty postcard please with your suggestion, please.
Well, I think thats about i, thanks for reading and have a lovely morning/day/evening.
Rest in peace, a true musical legend:
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009)
Well I find myself trying to recount what I had written to a degree that would do it justice, so here we go:
Well, I seem to be at the horns of a dilemma as to what I should be occupying myself with this weekend, oh humble Suicide Girls account holders (and those lucky enough to have had an email allowing you free acces for three months, good show!).
A while ago, two of my best friends, The Brothers Mcormack proceded to leave the proverbial nest and proceded on their way to the cold harsh halls of Academia to follow their interests and to make their marks on the respective worlds of their chosen fields... Almost two years later, Brother One has become an alcoholic, Brother B has met his soul-mate and both are planning to take a year out to focus on what needs to be done to make sure their relationship lasts and to continue their respective degree's at a later date. Also somewhere along the way, we've picked up a lovely young man who will be referred to simply, as Iain.
Both Brothers (and Iain) have invited me to their little slice of the planet this weekend to help them shift through the veritable mountains of detritus that are their possessions, sort the bad from the good and to help ship it back to their nest at home... And of course, show the place that it will forever be one of the happiest places on Earth by engaging in a night-out that will live in infamy for generations to come.
Another plan was brought to my attention about ooh... Seven hours ago? In which I was offered by a rather hip and trendy popular friend of mine, to accompany him on a weekend excursion to the mountains where we engage in a weekend of frivolity and drunken lunacy.
Plan the third was put forward a little while ago by Mothers fiance, who said that if any of my plans should fall through this weekend, that he would like me to accompany him in painting the town a proverbial shade of crimson.
So you see my problem, dear reader. What should i do? Who should I disappoint?
Answers on a dirty postcard please with your suggestion, please.
Well, I think thats about i, thanks for reading and have a lovely morning/day/evening.
Rest in peace, a true musical legend:
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009)
crissi:
Gonna have to go with the drunken lunacy in the mountains. It's always fun getting smashed while in nature!
fashionista:
Seems I've missed a lot of your blogs! What did you decide?! 