explains it all really....

Found this on one of my favourite blogs......tis entitled 'girl has a damaged head.'

www.tragicmagichead.blogger.com

My ears are still ringing, mouth still dry...stomach hurting from laughing.

Best night in a age.

Yes...the outer eastern burbs is a raging on a friday night.

Start off at the local pub, a handy under-five minute walk away. Cheers big-ears.

Taxi it to the local pool-hall...with a safty warning for the cabbie.

Killed 3 deer on some american shoot-em up game...beat both tim and dylan. What that has to prove is beyond me.

Talk to a few other peeps...decide to go to the club next door. Me, having never been asked for id before, is stuipd enought not to take any with me. 1 taxi ride home to call it a night. Get on the net, another taxi shows up...Dylan has to change his shoes.

Decide the night is young....back i go with the boys.

One attempted and failed hook-up...hahaha...yes i do know how to use a hula-hoop. Apparently thats the way to dance...pretend you are ...whatevering a hula-hoop. All in a good nights work.

Get home at....4ish from memory.

Dylan, the sucker, had work in the moring, so after a bit to eat, he is off to bed.

A few placebo concert flashes later....bout 5.15 and bed time for tim and i.

Wake up at 7ish...thinking it must be round lunch time. damn body clock.

sleep

up at 9.10.......

now for the rest of the day