kicking it old skool

Friday again, time really really flies when you’re having fun! Suffering from some extreme hay fever at the moment (I never get hay fever). Last night can only be described as an assault on my body, as I was left gasping for air like a beached guppy after wheezing and coughing for 4 hours straight. Not cool. This island really has shit drugs! Nothing I take seems to work. I’ll prolly need to add some decent shit on my next “please send Biltong en Brannewyn” list to the folks.

Anyways, not a whole lot been going on, I was just feeling bad for not blogging for such an extended period of time. Plus, I was reading other folks’ blogs and got jealous that they where catching all the shine, with their witty banter and crafty comments. Not feeling very witty today, mind you. Still feeling hammered after a rough night of coughing, and subsequently not sleeping. Nothing a good cup o’ jet fuel can’t fix. No really, jet fuel baby!! I discovered an un-used pack of Illy Espresso Filter coffee in the cupboard where I’m contracting so for the last week I’ve been tanking up on the stuff.

Bought me a fly-ass pair of running shoes the other day. Haven’t broken them in yet though. I cannot believe the cost of gym membership in this town!! £80 Joining fee?! And a further £50 per month after that?! Fucking hell, not really promoting “good health for all” is it? Suppose I should suck it up and take the hit, I really feel like a 80kg weakling nowadays.

Booked a ticket back home for the 7^th of October to about the 17^th. Brothers wedding and all. Still need to figure out the logistics of organising a bachelor’s party from here. If I can pull that shit off I reckon I would firmly secure my nomination for Best man of the Year 2006 (after taking that shit back in ’04, with Beefcake’s wedding).

Did I mention I fucking rock?

Got a job offer for a Game dev company in Iceland. They’ve come back asking for CV’s and all sorts of things. I have to tell you, this is a dream come true for me! I haven’t told them “no” outright, I am kind of hearing them out and scoping out the whole thing. But in the back of my mind I’m going “you probably won’t be able to go”.

Problem is, it’ll fuck with my 5 year plan ever so slightly. Plus, I have other commitments to think about and I am really really well settled in at the moment. It’s very much like being in a solid, awesome relationship with the girl of your dreams, and then one night when partying with the boys this super-hot Swedish chick sticks her tongue in your ear. Now all of a sudden you’re not thinking as straight as you should. Part of you wishes she never did that (cus now you’ve had a glimpse of “what could have been”) and the other part (the inebriated part) is going “FUCK YEAH, HURT ME BABY!”

Sometimes it sucks rocking so hard…

[G], out

The only aphrodisiac I need is the sound of your voice