pants and sundry

OK. I'm not sure which is more of a not-so-brilliant choice: the lots of wine last night, or the fact that I wore underpants with pink tassle/suspender thingies hanging the fuck off of them. (It's how they come. It's how I bought them. And I wear them willy nilly with not much thought behind it.)


That's all I'm saying.

And conveying litigating. An litigating conveying. And I'm a porn star. And fish to fry. And sundry.

Good morning.

While I was napping over, my mate Klo phones me to tell me she fraternised and drank beer with Vernon Koekemoer last night at the Jolly Roger. He had oil all over him. "His hair is so beautiful Peas, it's all soft and wavy."

That's fucking hilarious. And I'm so hungover, I, yah.

when it's raining and everyone...

...has to get out of bed and go to work, I get to stay at home.
And make plans.

I did however manage to have a somewhat ok weekend. Changed my room around, cleared out a lot of stuff, hosted two small parties, that sort of stuff.

PS: Thanks to those who left me comments on Friday. I really appreciate your thoughts and kind words. As we speak I'm building a little character and waiting for the maid to arrive.