I'm always quoting this phrase from The Stepford Wives... "I love you, mother, but please die." Of course i would never say it to her face as she is the bringer of life, unconditional love and all that jazz but that doesnt knock out the fact that she can be very very unpleasent 60% of the time.
The incident to which i'm implying to foremost is yesterday's... I've known a group of people all my life and so have come to see that they are my second family. They know me almost as well as my own flesh and blood and is perfectly alright for them to stay over my house.
But here's the dodgy bit: They're guys. Almost fully grown specimens from the human male species.
To my mother: Evil sex craved maniacs
To me: Silly little boys with an overactive imagination and are more harmless than flies.
Think about it... I've known them for too long... they're my lil brothers! Mothers! Yeesh!
Makes me think how life would be alot more bllody with chainsaws... bad Aishah... BAD GIRL!
Anyways, Im putting either a Fender or a Gibson on my wishlist. So proud that i can play guitar by ear. Friends say that it is a unique gift... narhar!!! I thrive on uniqueness, ie: Who else has an ass like mine? Seriously...
I was thinking of putting another photo in but then again maybe not cos halfway writing this i had to go out to RSGC for some chillout time with the compadres... Reuben is soooo funny when he expects people not to laugh at him. What he says when he does something dumb is "shutup" and he repeats it everytime it happens so how can you NOT laugh??? gee... but it's ADORABLE!
Oh, yet another boring saturday... sounds like another line to a poem dont you think?
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