death becomes thee

oh shit, i'm doing titles now.. i'm running on empty creativity and maximum non-chalance but i want to be passionate about something...
crap.

Have a family fathers day lunch tomorrow which i must attend so they say. I thought grampa was dead.
No really.
But apparently he's still alive having elderly wet dreams about 19yrold plump chinese girls from the mainland.

He's getting more than i am recently.

I was asked as i flashed my past glorious ..photos.. "umm have you gained weight?" "no, i meant in your face?"
I nearly died. I think i did slip into mild concussion for 2 seconds... i'm fat!!! oh gawd.
"no, i meant you seem more bulkier than your previous pics"

bulkier? i've become a large piece of ikea furniture.

Anyway, today was alright, got through the chaos that is saturday and i'm booked out next week be it for two afternoons. I'm having reservations on actually going fulltime now if offered. I think i will just increase hourly rather than going the full-hog.
When u balance out the pay and how much we are actually making, it doesn't seem fair.
Going to keep my options open for now..

watched abit of the rugby union this evening, god.. i nearly creamed my boxers.

i need a man soon before i turn into some pervert or start massacaring ants or something..