Montag
It’s odd that the webcam capture thingy didn’t come on this time. Usually does when I come off hibernate.
EK was cool. Nice place and Craig (my Buddy) is pretty cool too. Couple of fitties in as well, not that I noticed. Went out after work with Paul and johnboy, whipped everyone at pool (my potting was just shIIIIte but I got a couple of exceptionally good tricks, thus looking ace) and then hit Living (first time. Quite cool. Night called Firefox on Friday. I have to go, on principle) before hitting Maohdaoh (I’m allowed to fancy Mel) and getting free drinks from Ants, watching mr Smith putting seventy moneys into the puggy and leaving.
I’m becoming more and more addicted to ms Boyle. The girl would get it thoroughly, and if low self-esteem really is her problem then I know exactly the cure. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s making chicks think they’re better than they really are.
In far too late. Need bed soon. These sausage rolls are the fucking MUTT’S NUTS. Life is ace. Minus the shagging. If I had Emma (fingers not crossed, thoughts out of mind, not thingy line from Fitter Happier) then life may just be better than ever. I’m sure she is actually interesting once you get beyond the cuteness, fitness, awesome dress sense, lovely accent and laugh I could listen to all day. Did I mention her shockingly lovely eyes?
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