Oh ok, if i must.
Its been some amazing days I have had, headed by the fact that I got my fireplace running. Now except from the heat of the suns smiling rays, there is nothing like the warmth and hypnotic energy of a real fire. Especially one in your room.
Steve and I have been staying up to four a.m, sitting by the fire, drinking wine, playing video games and watching videos on the internet.
"Does it get any better?" He asks.
"If only one of us was beautiful woman" I reply.
"Haha yeah. two hot girls, then we'd have it all"
"Probably not, haha, they'd be complaining about the video games or our rampant alcoholism"
"Yeah they'd be sitting together saying, this game sucks, pay attention to me.."
"And we'd be like.. Wow.. this would be perfect if these girls weren't here"
"Totally"
"It doesn't get any better then, we really do have it all"
"Right on", I reply, and smile.
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I went to a party on Saturday, it was my old friend (through Rachel) Julians party. It was full of black BLACK sudanese dudes smoking shishas, and rappers battling away. Cute girls and good conversation. I smoked some apple tobacco and met a number of people who all loved my name! (three comments at least).
I started talking to a cute girl called Kelly, she wore glasses and was a little shy but we got talking about candy, chocolate and sweets and we were off. We're both sugar junkies so we got along really well. After a while we held hands, she was kinda shy, it was so dorky and cute. We made out and went to the backyard to make out some more. I didn't have a phone so I gave her my number and walked her to her car. She hasn't called me, It's been three days. I guess she won't, but that's ok, either option is good with me I suppose.
While this happenned Steve was lost on the streets of Melbourne looking for goon. After hours of asking "Where's Steve everyone!?" someone finally said "Oh, he went to get goon", a girl turned around.. "Wait a minute, you mean, someone sent Steve out, on his own, to get goon, with everyone's money??? Who the hell did that!?".. but it was too late.
When we called him he was roaming the streets lost, after having been taken on random taxi rides and been sprayed on the face with a fire extinguisher by a stranger. We finally put it together and got him home. With a bag of goon. That had cost a grand total of seventy dollars.