"Friday night was pathetic."

No no.
Make that "monkerific".
A word used to describe the pathetic state of affairs,
That one will witness on a typical night out at Mad Monks.

Please please please.
Please remind me never to ever go to Monks again.
But you know I will always forget... ha.

Actually Will and I intended to go to Mox,
But it was partly my fault that we landed at Monks instead.
So we thought,
We could have prata for supper to make up for it,
But the prata man was on leave!

Gee.
So I had to settle for some extra salty hor fun.
And to top it all off,
Will lost his phone.

And did I mention,
That I went to get a haircut in the evening,
But my hairdresser was on leave as well?
Luckily,
I managed to pick up a copy of GQ at MPH,
So it wasn't a complete waste of time.

Received a couple of abusive messages on the net today.
Needless to say,
I wasn't very pleased.
Especially because I'm reminded of the fact,
That I'm not totally immune to such nonsense.

I wonder what's up with me these days.
It's kinda weird when you have a dream,
About someone really important,
But all you can remember when you wake up is,
"I was wearing a pink shirt with french cuffs,
Teamed with a red and white stripey tie.
In my arms was a Louis Vuitton briefcase,
But it got washed away by the rain."




The 2 girls that are hot on my list now!
Not the nicest picture of them,
But at least I only need to host one picture.