Listening to: Goodnite - Melody Gardot
Location: In my ever-disappointingly unmade and rumpled bed.
01. Thank you to TheBoys for taking me out to Paddington for a little birthday shopping. As it always is, when I have insufficient funds, there is an abundance of ohmygod-I-must-have-you; and when I am in possession of a quiet fortune, of course there is nothing that I want badly enough to purchase. Nonetheless, I had a lovely time traipsing about on Oxford St, and true to form, Micky's was unbelievably scrumptious.
02. Thank you to my me for making cari for me on Sunday. The 2-odd-year hiatus from it was deliciously made up for on Sunday night. Even Charlie liked it. Yes. Charlie liked some form of Vietnamese food that wasn't pho or bun thit nuong.
03. Thank you to fishboy for visiting last Thursday night. KK was cool and it was much fun catching up with you. But you really shouldn't have expected anything white chocolate from Krispy Kreme could even remotely compete with Max Brenner. Tsk tsk.
04. To see what the style is like here in Australia, check out flightofphancy.
05. If I ever stumbled across a suburb or some kind of shopping mecca that was an amalgamation of Paddington, Ikea, jazz and Nigella Lawson, I don't know what I'd do. Probably have an epileptic fit or the such. Of course something like that would happen just as the opportunity to venture forth into such a nirvana of all things lucy would arise.
06. A belated birthday to my cousin Thanh in New Zealand! Belated birthday wishes also go to: Daddy and Carl Honey (only because I haven't made a post about it, not because I forgot. Because I was, you know. THERE WITH YOU.), D Bra and little D Bra (perhaps we could call you C Bra. Do you get it? Ha.), Danny, Mum #2 and fishboy.
07. Barack Obanana.
08. Regardez mon visage. Suis-je bovvered?
09. The following is purely hypothetical: Was that some attempt at trying to get back at me? Ha.
10. Dear MrRidiculouslyFerociousTemperament,
I am quite simply tired of having to almost physically face the brunt of your rapid oscillations in disposition. It is always uncalled for, and frankly, your trait of not explaining yourself is rude. Your frequent assumption that I am bothered by something is not as nearly annoying as your habit of thinking that I have no right to be angry, considering I was never angry in the first place. Your tendency to be two-faced that started as something so normal as a young person has now grown to absurd proportions. Your companions may think that charming, slightly kooky side of you is the real you, but that is no cause for you to be a disrespectful ogre elsewhere.
Horrid regards,
Am I Bovvered
11. Maxwell Smart: There are 150 special forces snipers surrounding this building.
Siegfried: No there's not.
Maxwell Smart: Would you believe 2 dozen Delta Force commandos?
Siegfried: No.
Maxwell Smart: How about Chuck Norris with a BB gun?
12. OK repeat after me: There is no "h" before "white". There is no such thing as "hwhite". You shouldn't even be sounding out the "h". Believe it or not, "h" actually is silent. This applies to some other words starting with "wh". There is no "hwhip", "hwhy" and "hwhat". I know. It's sad. It's OK, cry it out.
13. I still think that it is inherent in most males that you are attracted to breasts. Not just your wife or girlfriend or your best mate's mother's. Breasts in general. But if I ever become a lesbian harlot, I'll shall update you on my stance on the matter.
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