The More You Know...

I don't think I have anything to talk about today. Anything at all. Did nothing interesting happen yesterday? Well mistakes happened, but I'm always making mistakes, even obvious ones like that, and living with the error of my ways, but what can you do? I'm a mistake-prone person. Forgiveness is the key I suppose. So, weed...

The other evening, whilst getting drunk and stuff at Tag and Cherry's, I said that I wouldn't mind trying some weed. A tad out of character I will admit, but when you live with Pill, it does occasionally pop into conversation. Would you try it if you had the opportunity? Well, after all the years of peer pressure, I think I might give it a little go, though don't get me wrong. I wouldn't smoke that shit, that's a disgusting way of ingesting anything. And it's smokey.

And I just said I'd try it to see how it felt, and not to use it medicinally to rot my brain and slow my already retarded speech down a bit. Could you imagine? My brother's been on morphine, and still says that it was the best thing he's ever had, and my Father occasionally likes talking about the time his friends brought round and spliff to their quiet country home and got high. Dad and Mum weren't part-taking apparently, but Mum decided to make a lot of quiche for the munchier and munchier stoners. I always like to think that that bit took place at like 11pm at night in a forested area - because I know where they lived.

The urge to burger is going to be satisfied today after work (finally!), and everything will be okay. I've got the day off tomorrow, my right foot is aching, so I bought new shoes (work shoes, don't get excited ladies), and I can't wait for payday (Friday) because birthday presents have to be bought, and I'm going to Clareg's Birthday House Party between working times. I can't get too drunk or tired, but all will be well. I even think I know what I'm going to buy him. I am rubbish at this stuff.

Carpe diem...

Father's Drunk Pepper Spray Walk...

I think my crazy levels have certainly come back down to weird since Saturday evening. Let's face it, I was a tad (very) stupidly OTT, and I've even come to the conclusion that living with a couple is an okay thing. Obviously there are still silly little questions niggling in the back of my head, but that's what happens isn't it?

So, Pill gets back today and I'm ready for the apology (I was a bit out of order), and the Property News, ready for some new apartments/houses - and upon viewing and saying such he says rather nonchalantly that there's no need, the previous plan is back on track. I'm not annoyed, but I would have liked a bit of notice as I had already started looking for new places for us all. Oh well, no point saying anything now. I'll save the apology for our next deep conversation. He's already judging me for walking Red to the Bus Stop (I wouldn't question it, or mention it, Pill doesn't blog and gets a bit violated at the thought of him being spoken again behind his back for the whole world to see). We, to be fair, that's not the truth - the world doesn't read my blog. I'm not nearly that interesting, and I'm quite grateful for that.

Father's Day happened. I returned to the Homestead for the Day to eat, part with gifts, and chat in much merriment. I think I could summarise by saying that I got there had a coffee with Mum, baked Cookies and Apple Sponge with Ben while talking about video games obviously, sat with Dad in the rainy garden, and gave Natalie back her Lord of the Rings DVDs (well, they're not hers, but she'll treat them as if they are, which might means they inevitably get lost or broken. 

I returned home and watched The Returned (have you guys seen that stuff yet?!). And basically since then I've been trying to think of things to do with my days. Yesterday consisted of getting Tag drunk, which I did quite successfully I believe. They tried to make me get with a Barmaid to whom I was not vaguely interested in. So, I showed the guys what I've got and discovered that she was an apt Barmaid, Cocktail Waitress, and Chef (having to taste them all), and that she wanted to join the Army next purely to please her Grandfathers (and that's plural). It's good that I make these first impressions because, let's face it, I'm a bit weird, disjointed and I can't use my words sometimes. I do remember leaving her by saying 'some men like that' (all the while in my head I was going, but not me). Oh well. 

10pm rolled round and yes we partied hard, and I walked Red home, being her Pepper-Spray, and we had a bit of a walk around the Bay. You can buy some Pepper-Spray here. It was nice, we found a compass, which was also a bit mappy, and we could have touched the water in the cannals they were so high. I got to see where Red aspired to live in the Bay (did you realise in your blog that you used your name at that point?). I got a quick tour of the apartment again, Hammerz and PokeBall, plus Dolphins and New York and I was on my way. 

In the morning, namely today, as it is Tuesday now, I woke and rushed around getting ready to welcome Dad with a parking permit. He brought some garden chairs, and promises to bring a table next time, and I broke my watch in the process (what the actual fuck). I returned Cherry's stuff to her, and she repaired my watch. Debby Hams Forevs!

I went to see how Tag was feeling, but I bumped into his Boss before doing so and was swiftly warned off before I entered the store. Needless to say I returned to the flat and played hours of xbox trying to get inspired, but it wasn't until Red suggested a walk (before I was going to), and we went for a walk, Pill came too, and complained almost the entire time. We found some foods (I got Tea Cakes), and watched Emperor's New Groove. And that's that, now I must get on with some plot before the conversation on Facebook gets out of hand...oh wait, it already has...

Carpe diem...

I Lost My Soul...

Our hero woke in a daze, his alarm clock flashing 9:30am. The sun was flooding his room through the set of blinds he had failed to close the night before, and there was movement on the horizon. He lingered a while, beneath the covers waiting for awakeness to find him, though upon his bladder's punching he rose and waddled skillfully through the flat...

Hours later, Pill, a very fine gentleman, knocked on our hero's door to inform him of their overcast situation, and therefore the lack of relaxing in the park. Our hero was disappointed by his flatmate's decision, so instead, after a big think and a shower, decided on Sunday Lunch. The idea was welcomed by the very fine gent and his better half, and upon consultation with the ever lovely Red, they were set. 

The town was quiet, people seemed to gather closely together like the weather, and they were all shopping. Our group of heroes turned right into an even quieter street where the sign for Revolution de Cuba could be found. They waited a while to be seated, and began discussing everything but the menu. Simply put, as it was two o'clock somewhere, the protagonists in question took up the alcohol and drank it in their quantity. Our hero, who had had a hard time getting drunk, ordered the most deadly sounding drink on the cocktails menu: a Nuclear Daiquiri. Having no idea what the ingredients were, he drank like Bond, from his cocktail glass, and watched as the green florescent liquid descended down his gullet. Later the waiter informed him of the 63% proof drink he had just consumed, and, happy with himself, our hero ordered another.

The food was wondrous, and the drinks were extra-special, and while the foursome made merry, the sun, and a biker gang, returned to town. The afternoon was warm, and the skies were pale blue. Upon the acquisition of a Frisbee, the group returned to their original plan of relaxing in the park. The day ticked on as they played and the sun began it's hideous descent. As they turned to head home our hero's soul detached from his shoe and he became one of the souless, a walking damned man. But the park was beautiful nonetheless...

Carpe diem...