To dilly-dally is divine.
I have no idea how to begin. Do you try to be funny, create witty repartee, smart-ass observations in your first post on your first blog? Hmmm. Well, we'll see how this goes then.
And this is how: Two seconds ago, my housemate's new man stumbled down the stairs just as this blog is being born, mumbling something about using the toilet. Like I give a shit. One hour ago, they adjourned to her room. Cue: Turning up the volume on the radio downstairs and pretending to be deep in thought on how to rule the Internet safely.
Of course, I wouldn't be here today without the help of exams in the next two weeks. Creating a blog is a great way to shirk responsibility. Am getting good at this of late.
Watched Australia's Last Man Standing; gosh, it's a real stinker. Tonight's episode, where one of the three dudes runs into his copulating parents, jolted my memory and made my throat go urrrghhghhish. The Melbourne trip with the parents to visit the brother in March and sharing the bed with my mother. As soon as we say goodnight and drift off to sleep, I distinctly hear my bro's neighbours doing the hokey pokey. I cough and go red in the dark; my mother stirs and tsks-tsks. I fall asleep, next to my mother, just as the second-floor neighbour yelps his loudest. Good one, Universe. And there is absolutely NO need to go all Freud on me, okay? Okay.
And this is how: Two seconds ago, my housemate's new man stumbled down the stairs just as this blog is being born, mumbling something about using the toilet. Like I give a shit. One hour ago, they adjourned to her room. Cue: Turning up the volume on the radio downstairs and pretending to be deep in thought on how to rule the Internet safely.
Of course, I wouldn't be here today without the help of exams in the next two weeks. Creating a blog is a great way to shirk responsibility. Am getting good at this of late.
Watched Australia's Last Man Standing; gosh, it's a real stinker. Tonight's episode, where one of the three dudes runs into his copulating parents, jolted my memory and made my throat go urrrghhghhish. The Melbourne trip with the parents to visit the brother in March and sharing the bed with my mother. As soon as we say goodnight and drift off to sleep, I distinctly hear my bro's neighbours doing the hokey pokey. I cough and go red in the dark; my mother stirs and tsks-tsks. I fall asleep, next to my mother, just as the second-floor neighbour yelps his loudest. Good one, Universe. And there is absolutely NO need to go all Freud on me, okay? Okay.
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