eh....

Haven't written in a while I know...in my defense im going through a period in my life that can be best described as the 'Eh....'.....nothing exciting...nothing noteworthy just a whole lot of 'Eh..'
so until I have something cool to say..:)

Happy Birthday Poz...

It was the Poz's birthday recently and he wasn't here. He was off on a much deserved holiday. Why am I dedicating a post on my blog to a person's birthday you ask?..good question. The thing is this is no ordinary person's birthday, it's the birthday of the Poz. Who among several other things has:-
- Always been on time for everything
- Will reply to all my messages however inane they are or how busy he is
-makes weird noises that pass off as a language...and they are.
- Is the only person I know that can wear primary colours..all three of 'em at the same time and still look fantastic
- Has hair on his toes..hair in his nose..clown feet and no ass
- Because if im ever crying he's the one i'll call. Everytime.
-Because if im ever laughing he's the one i'll call. Everytime.
-No one else can say smurf..and mean it.
-Pretends to be well read:)
- Will lust for every flavour of the week media generated hottie but if presented with her in the flesh...will probably offer her a ciggi..a ride home...and a pat on the head. Thats it.
-His hair is his art form. Some people paint...some people write...this man gel's.
-You can spring Studio 60...imogen heap...shantaram on him. He gets it. Along with the theory of relativity:)...smart.
-No one tells me im special and wonderful with so much sincerity.
-Is responsible for the death of several generations of chickens and cows.
- Tofu likes him
-Is patient
- Smells nice

Happy Birthday....with more love than there are green M&M's in the world.

Tofu...my dog...

perhaps the cutest thing ever....my dog....Tofu...also referred to as pickle, sneaker, fofi, fof squad, picker, pupperoo.....

How to spot a grade A tosser

It's hard to spot a tosser in a world of non-judgemental, warm and fuzzy acceptance. Here's my guideline for spotting the tosser in the grass..in a bid to make the lines less blurry:)

1)Anyone who in response to the question "what is your favourite book?" says 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho.
2)In a crowded dance floor, the one person that seems drawn into a sensual grind with the speakers...we all know at least one of those.
3)The big fat lout or loutess who thinks that sheer girth gives them the right to cut a que
4)The people that stomp on you but think it's ok because they were honest about it.
5) Every clown that insists on requesting,singing, playing the following songs should the chance present itself:
a- Summer of 69
b- Hotel California
c- I Will Always Love You
6) An individual who in response to the question "what is your favourite movie?" says 'Titanic'

Thats all I could come up with at 11 am on a Friday morning so i'll use a convinient escape route ...To Be Continued....hahaha

Why bad things happen to good people...or for my friend Mili

Why do bad things happen to good people?...One could argue that everybody has their share of problems...you can't really compare one person's load to another...there are no good or bad people etc...all extremely valid arguments im sure.
Here's mine:
Bad things happen to good people because they're just easier to pick on.
There. It had to be said.
Good people are the Labrador's of the universe. Bad people are the Pit bulls. So if you were the universe who would you pick on?
My point exactly.