Stupid Fun

I had a lot of fun today and just got home with a hoarse voice. The sexual innuendo of the previous sentence is fully intended.

I got up at 6-fucking-am to go help my brother with some volunteer thing. It involved an encounter with a huge red-back spider. Don't worry; I survived. Not sure about my brother as I haven't heard anything from him since I left around 10am. After that, I went to uni to piss.

I'm serious. It makes me angry when there aren't obvious facilities around or when it involves having to walk great distances to access said facilities (it's even worse when you trek through mountainous ranges and you find the toilets are locked). If I was an architect, I would use it chiefly (besides to pick up hotties) to implement more widespread toilet facilities throughout the great metropolitan area. Fuck the rest of the country; they have all that bush and grass and what have you.

I have just lost my train of thought.

Right. After I went to uni, I caught a bus into the city and promptly missed my connecting bus home. I could have gotten off and gone shopping or some shat but I'm poor and was also lazy to get off the bus which was relatively warm and cosy compared to the shenanigans that were occurring outside. Fo rizzle, what the fuck is this weather? Whenever it starts storming (which seems to be increasingly common), I text Little Mishelle with something along the lines of, "FUCKING 2012!" and then she replies something nonchalant because "she don't give a damn" (in the words of Stephen Merchant) and then I look out my window and think about what I would do if the roof caved in on me.

Eventually, I caught the bus home, ate lunch then ran back outside into the swirling winds and general wilderness to catch a bus to Caitlyn and Laura's house. As a bus route I rarely take, I used my phone GPS to find out when to get off the bus. THIS WAS AN INGENIOUS PLAN. Never has such excellent innovation befallen me before. I think I need to copyright this idea? I'm not sure how. Regardless, I spent the walk to the twins' house with a gleeful smile as I reflected on what a fabulous idea I had just had.

I've tired myself out writing about the trip to Caitlyn and Laura's house and now can't be bothered writing about the shenanigans we got up to there. All I can be bothered saying is... it involved copious amounts of Singstar (hence the hoarse voice), they ate my banana muffins and they LIKED IT, singing to Little Mix and Rihanna in the car and looking at vodka-infused worms.

The end. I have to go watch Extras now.

J