1) The word 'dude' does not just mean buddy, mate, china. After an intellectual argument with R, with him saying I should know this stuff, a 'dude' is a camel's foreskin in fact. Because a camel's foreskin needs a name. Other variations include fresh camel guano, camel's rectum.
2) Gareth Cliff on the radio yesterday: "An addiction is with you for life...addicts only stop for as long as they can, but they know they're going to start again." Thanks fuck wit.
3) Even though Gareth is an arrogant twot, I happen to secretly fantasise about him.
4) Drinking vodka martinis with mates at Roseboys is fun until the lesbian proprietor hits on you, like last night.
5) Cherry Flava posted an article on how Virgo's are the most likely star sign to become billionaires. Most of the world's billionaires are Virgo's. (The least likely are Sagittarians, FYI). I happen to be a Virgo. We may be anal, prissy, argumentative, self-righteous and obsessed with order, however! We are animals in the bedroom, are good at making and spending oodles of cash, and alongside Aquarius, apparently happen to be the most intelligent sign of the Zodiac. So there.
6) Small Bum and I are sleeping helluva close to each other these days. It's really quite nice though. In the beginning, we kind of slept on opposite sides of the bed because we couldn't sleep otherwise. Now we have wonderfully slow and rythmatic sex, and wake up entangled in each others arms. He wakes me up the same way: "OK, Popsicle, time to get up."