Questions.

cause it is cool. it feels good and it is just sooo mysterious, I guess.
and when the fog is really thick it is almost as if you weren't here and there was no world around you neither.... cool.


least favorite weather?

sleet. it doesnt know wether to be snow or rain so it just decides to be a slushy pain in the arse

V favourite weather?

sunshine I guess. but only because we don't get too much of it.

should I go back to bed?

wow shit i just clicked as to how early it must be there for it beign a sunday morning.

eh if you;'re tired go back to sleep. im sure ill find somethign to occupy myself with :'(

do you hate people who think you need to be nice to every single person you know when you really cant be arsed and certain folk dont deserve yopur time anyway?

no, I usually am nice to everybody --- it is easier that way. unless they are jerks, then I don't bother.


why would you not be nice to people?

it's not that im not nice it's just that i dont feel an inherent need to talk and be friends with every single person in a group of folk.

a large part of that is probably because I don't think they're worthy of my time and other people it just feels like I have to make an effort with them and if you have to make an effort whats the point?

?

I don't know.


ever injured yourself while out drinking?

not seriously. ive still got a bruise from falling off a hydraulic surfboard a coupla weeks ago and ive picked up bruises and scrapes before but nothign major

my bro cut his hand open on holiday cos he was so drunk he thought a broken glass on the floor was bits of ivce and beign the jolly good chap he is, picked it up so no one would slip on it

another mate jumped out of a 3rd floor window and broke his leg but that was as much to do with the pills he'd taken as the drink.

V have you?

I cut my foot, but didn't notice it until I got home that morning and took my boots off and my previously white socks were blood red and I dumped out a bunch of blood just sitting there. freaked me out real bad.

apparently I stepped on a glass - remember that part - and I do rmember it being mighty uncomfortable, but that was it - apparently the glass cut throught the soles of my cowboyboots (which is quite amazing by itself) and cut my foot.

it didn't hurt until the next day when I had to go to the hospital - try to explain that one


what to do with a spider on the ceiling?

leave it be or get it on a bit of newspaper and let it out the window and on it's merry way

V should i go n have a few beers or stay here with you lovely folk?