The singular's weekend life

It's been a very, very hard week. And that's all I will say about the hard week. I'd much rather talk about something else. But unfortunately, after the very, very hard week, I didn't have the energy to go out and enjoy myself and as a result find things to talk about. Instead, I stayed home and enjoyed watching the rugby on the telly, accompanied by a bowl of noodles and a can of curry and a can of beer, the combination of which ensured that I would stay home and not wander off too far from the toilet. I really did enjoy watching the rugby on telly, but I won't write about how who won, and how I enjoyed it because the teams that won were the teams I was supporting. Because Adri says I shouldn't. (And there is always Mr Miyagi's Sporting Sideblog anyways). I'd write about how I love my girlfriend very, very much and how I couldn't imagine life without her, but Adri, she also says that we shouldn't do that. I could write about how lately, there's been a spate of bloggers getting angry at each other on their blogs because of things that have happened IRL, but I'd just be accused of being involved in gossip mongering, and that is really not what this blog is about. Serious. You can steal taxis, meet up with each other for sex or coffee or soup, but I won't write about you because that is really not what this blog is about. So how like that? Think I might go read a book now. Wish I were here. Wish you were here.

Surf stop: Chase me ladies, I'm in the cavalry

iTunes' party shuffle is playing a copy of: Tarakihi (The Locust) - Kiri Te Kanawa - Maori Songs, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn't steal music.