This week I have left the flat on several occaisions. I even went to a meeting today and like totally had to interact with people!
I have decided that my local Japanese takeaway is the best place in the world. Reasons include: Pretty Japanese staff girlies that are cute and delightfully attentive; sushi; err, that's it.
Guitar rocking is coming along. If I try really, really hard, I can sometimes change chords with but a "one - two - three - four" delay. RAWK!
Having been far too busy/lazy to clean up my flat, it appears that a travelling circus of mice have been entertaining themselves in my kitchen. So, I've been trapping the (small, furry) bastards. Irritatingly, they don't appear to be interested in chocolate, bacon, butter, anything but my finest reserve gruyere. This is where a drunken "I'll be nice and treat them before they die" moment gets you.
I like a band called Clor.
I have yet to find a mother and sister combination willing to indulge in simultanious naughtiness. Surely there must be one profile out there on an intarwebnet dating site?
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