kicking it old skool

So I managed to solve my flat mate woes this weekend. Can I get a WHOOP WHOOP!! :)

Enter Alexis, ze French Connection. Dude's been in the country for about a month and seems like a lekker oke. So come the 15th I R sorted and can breath a little easier.

Had a groovy weekend, albeit the weather was sucky. Got some serious gamage in though. Jammed some Full Spectrum Warrior and Sims 2. Haven't gotten my two female sims to get it on yet, but their getting there. Think i'm gonna turn on the groove tonight, try and get them drunk and in the jacuzzi.

Sometimes, I think I'm a sad, sick fuck. Then I look at my friends and realise that they're even worse. I feel better now :) I really need to get laid....

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Rugby was frustrating as hell!! At least we drew the game, which means that the Stormers (a.k.a the best god damn team, EVER!) will get a home semi-final. Which means that I'll need to start sucking some serious knob to try and get a ticket. I feel so dirty. Anyways, the game was sucky, cus the opposing team played such a most mind-numbing, boring, one dimensional game (pass, storm, try, pass, storm, try). Effective, sure, but agony to watch!

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It was Herr Volschenk's birthday on Sunday. Went over there for a "quick drink", which turned into a red wine fest of note! Lot's of folks turned up and it was cool catching up with a few familiar faces.

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I've decided to start hitting the gym thing again pretty hard this week. Haven't done any "planning" yet, per se, butI'm feeling quite strong and up for it! I also need to adress my eating habits and try and get back into my deligent eating + gymming combo-plan-to-beefcakeness that I had going on before I went on my UK / Amsterdam tour. Smoking oodles of pancakes in Amsterdam will kinda mess things up for you.

Also need to get my ass in gear with studying / writing / finishing off my DBA exams. I've been putting this on the back burner for long enough now. It's time to shit or get off the pot.

ROLL ON SUMMER '04!!

[G], out.

it's not my bag, baby