Sunday, March 27, 2005
Testosterone, testosterone...
...is not present in this flat. Instead, they network all the computers and play bloody games. Boys!
So, since Mary heartlessly abandoned me, I am the only female here. We do have Seamus, G-Money and George, and also have recently had the Sixth Flatmate, who shall for now be known as Igor because it amuses me, along with He of the Abnormally Long Toes, and James. I know who James is. If Mary thinks about it for a while in a cricketing context, she should hopefully catch on.
Speaking of cricket, McCullum made a couple of spectacular dives today. Pity he didn't achieve anything. Bloody Australia.
And now I may poke my head around the door and see if anyone wants to have real human interaction. I don't rate my chances.
[NB: I'm exaggerating about the whole computer thing. Seamus regularly holds long conversations, and even cleaned the kitchen this morning. But it just really amuses me how they're all networking the computers and crap. Nerds.]
I was going to say something deeply profound, but I forgot what it was. How unusual.
Oh yes. HAPPY EASTER!!!!! I celebrated by getting up at 6am to watch the sun rise over a dawn service on the top of Mt Vic. Pity about the rain. And the fog. And the craptastic pastor from Elim who had the world's most irritating baby-voice. But I will not complain. I enjoyed myself.
A final word of warning: Mary, you should re-read your last post and seriously consider some extra editing. That's what we have nicknames for.
Speaking of which, I quite like the idea of The Boy Next Door. He so is.
Well, obviously, being a boy that lives next door and all...
...is not present in this flat. Instead, they network all the computers and play bloody games. Boys!
So, since Mary heartlessly abandoned me, I am the only female here. We do have Seamus, G-Money and George, and also have recently had the Sixth Flatmate, who shall for now be known as Igor because it amuses me, along with He of the Abnormally Long Toes, and James. I know who James is. If Mary thinks about it for a while in a cricketing context, she should hopefully catch on.
Speaking of cricket, McCullum made a couple of spectacular dives today. Pity he didn't achieve anything. Bloody Australia.
And now I may poke my head around the door and see if anyone wants to have real human interaction. I don't rate my chances.
[NB: I'm exaggerating about the whole computer thing. Seamus regularly holds long conversations, and even cleaned the kitchen this morning. But it just really amuses me how they're all networking the computers and crap. Nerds.]
I was going to say something deeply profound, but I forgot what it was. How unusual.
Oh yes. HAPPY EASTER!!!!! I celebrated by getting up at 6am to watch the sun rise over a dawn service on the top of Mt Vic. Pity about the rain. And the fog. And the craptastic pastor from Elim who had the world's most irritating baby-voice. But I will not complain. I enjoyed myself.
A final word of warning: Mary, you should re-read your last post and seriously consider some extra editing. That's what we have nicknames for.
Speaking of which, I quite like the idea of The Boy Next Door. He so is.
Well, obviously, being a boy that lives next door and all...
