Sanga's = Sandwiches.
Had a fun weekend, cheers to
Miss Chris and
Miss Kiri you are both my new bestfriends, which usually means you will get free massage and yummy pasta from me.
We went to a party across from Kiri's pad, an Alice in Wonderland party no less... I promptly fell down the rabbit hole and didn't get home until 5:30am. I think I massaged 60% of the party goers, a trade for other party favours. A gorgeous creature called me Jesus after I gave her a massage, however let me say "I am not the Messiah". It is rumours like which lead to lepers at one's door and people stealing the gourds you touch and the sandals you wear. I know I have seen the 'Life of Brian'.
Today 3 burly Jamaican men are tearing apart my bathroom. In fact it seems that 3 burly Jamaican men have been tearing my bathroom apart for the past week. I had to resort to taking a whores bath on a few occasions, you know splashing around like an over sized bird in the basin. Tit's, Pit's and Bit's.
On Sunday I could not bare to go without showering after my Wonderland experience so I covered up the gapping holes and missing tiles with a drop sheet and reattached the showerhead. It was worth the effort, even though I was covered in tile dust as soon as I turned the water off, I did feel good enough to go back to bed.
I woke up again at 4:30 pm and ate a toasted sanga... Normality returned. I watched the hot bits of 'Bound' again and tried not to judge myself too harshly. I did however feel free to judge Jennifer Tilly's piss poor snog form.
Move over Tilly... Lemme at Gershon, LEMME AT HER.
