Monday, August 22, 2005


Oh my God. There are TVs everywhere in my office. Felicity is on FOX8. I loathe that show. They should have called it "Ditzy little pube-haired girl constantly whingeing".

Anyways, after last week's series of unfortunate events, I got to wind down Saturday night with my best mate Lincoln. The ol' bastard turned 30 last week, but I tell you he doesnt look a day over 29. Happy Birthday my bitch!!

I own you (and all related trademarks). From now until death. Don't forget it.

So downed three or four tumblers of alcohol. Vodka, Midori among other things. Had no idea what it was. To quote Scotty "Its.... It's.... It's Green".

Drank too much. Ate an excessive amount of crispy M&Ms and basked in the trashiness of Hrisanthi's skanky (yet alarmingly Britney-esque) outfit. As she put it, she was the only one who had the (metaphorical) balls to dress outside her comfort zone. I feel Hrisanthi really went all out with her outfit and truly put Britters to shame. We made sure we sent her to fetch drinks, ash trays and such, just to see her saunter around. Eat your heart out K-Fed.

Lincoln initiated a game of celebrity head (a new experience for me) which was stacks of fun whilst wasted. Try as I might to ask logical questions, all I could think of was "Am I a transexual?". Real good.

Sorta like a drunken game of trivial pursuit I played last year with a bunch of equally drunk uni students. Appearently I'd jump up excitedly with the answer to the question with "Cunt!!". It made sense to me. It still does.

In other news, I've ripped a whole bunch of my skin with my toes. I was itching my foor with my jeans on until I realised that an entire layer of skin had come off. A pink, bloody layer of my toe was exposed. Twenty four hour's later it's healing but it's sorta looking like an appendage belonging to Leatherface. See what I share with you guys??

My weekend ended last night with Mister Anderson, and excellent pizza, my favourite bar (The Comfortable Chair, yet again) and a whole lotta Dingo love.

Well we've been as busy as a pig in heat today, so I'm looking forward to hanging out with my mate Nickolai this evening. I used to call him Primus Nick, simply to differentiate between the various Nick's that I know, but he tels me he prefers Nickolai

There's Dirty Nick, Angry Nick, Clean Nick (renamed cleavage Nick by me cause he got big wussy man-boobs) and No Shirt Nick. Someone give that guy a gift certificate or something!!

Anyways, felicity is gonna give me a seizure if I dont hit the road soon. Until next time...

the end.


Blogger izchan said...

hey ... I know only two nicks ...
in which I call the "Immortal Nick" because he claims to be the highlander reborn and the other is
"Cool Nick" because he has no hair.


12:36 PM  
Blogger Lollie_Pop said...

What's "Dingo" love?

1:53 PM  
Blogger Slim said...

Lollie, I'm gonna keep it mysterious.

Needless to say it aint what you think!!

2:37 PM  
Blogger Lincoln Mua'dib said...

No- I own YOU! My Name- on your face! Heh heh heh!

8:16 AM  

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