I am cranky. Cheer me up.

Are you in your safe place? Good.

Now imagine the entrance of a dreamy dirty dronerock boy, who is yours to command. ;^}

Didn't read what anybody said, but j.Lu's bit is um, something I can't understand. But Garcia is what you need. DO YOU SEE how his guitar playing is changing the background. Look at the colours maan.

ABSOLUTE FREAK OUT!!!

Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey:
Tonight, when we were eating dinner, Marta said something that really knocked me for a loop. She said, "I love carrots." "Good," I said as I gritted my teeth real hard. "Then maybe you and carrots would like to go into the bedroom and have sex!" They didn't, but maybe they will sometime, and I can watch.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm sexy enough. When I walk into a singles bar with my "fashionable" shirt, "fashionable" slacks, and a big new rubber manta-ray helmet, I can't help wondering: Do women want to talk to me for myself, or do they just want to get a feel of that nice rubber manta skin?

If I ever get real rich, I hope I'm not real mean to poor people, like I am now.

If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's Hambone.

If you want to be the popular one at a party, here's a good thing to do: Go up to some people who are talking and laughing and say, "Well, technically that's illegal." It might fit in with what somebody just said. And even if it doesn't, so what, I hate this stupid party.

Honourable mention to Dan and his chocolate, but the only person who made me LAUGH OUT LOUD was Julio. Bwah hah hah hah hah.

Mmmmm, dirty dronerock bobby. Yum. (and then I look at my bruises and wince.)

No, really, thanks guys. :-)

play louder!

Bobby G needs to find a new place to ride his bicycle that is NOT my neighbourhood. I was on my usual daily jog around the neighbourhood and who do I see barrelling down on me on his bicycle? He clocks me, and suddenly swerves around and does a 360 degree turn and disappears pedalling as fast as he can down a sideroad. Yeesh! Bastard is scared of me now. Humph.

(note: the non-Bobby G obsessed may actually have noticed that Bobby actually merely pedalled towards a zebra crossing, rode his bike across the busiest bit of New North Road using this slightly illegal method, then continued on his merry way. He did smile at me, though.)

Sigh. He's even thinner than the last time I saw him. He even slouches when he's riding a bicycle. How is this possible?