Post-Mortem
Quiet Friday night drinks yet again ended in tears (not literally) thanks to helpful serving of no dinner, lots of drinks and the presence of Chris Sheridan (current team leader no doubt). Let's just say Shez and I were a little "disabled" by the end of the evening:
Ran into randoms from school and uni and new randoms from overseas. Got a shocking cold thanks to such a big night.
Marto in fine form:
Out of interest, here's Marto in even better form:
Saturday night was Bridie's birthday. She confessed that in year 10, I was on her top 5 list of blokes. I felt good (albeit somewhat embarassed) about that for a moment until I found out the rest of the five.
Bunch of clowns.
I was sexually assaulted 5 times in the late evening by various female patrons of the Gunn Island and Marquee nightclub (never again). Sticky, uneven floor, dark, dinghy, inadequate lighting, shit bar, and bus-loads of drunk hens. "Shit Judda..." you might say, "sounds like your kind of night!" But no. I'm not saying it wasn't fun, but man I felt dirty afterwards... Here's a couple of the girls in good stead.
CENSORED BY REQUEST...
It's now Wednesday, it's 2pm. I'm still wearing boxer shorts, barely awake, and just knocked off a packet of mi-goreng noodles and a nice glass of cab merlot for brunch. I should really do some study...
Ran into randoms from school and uni and new randoms from overseas. Got a shocking cold thanks to such a big night.
Marto in fine form:
Out of interest, here's Marto in even better form:
Saturday night was Bridie's birthday. She confessed that in year 10, I was on her top 5 list of blokes. I felt good (albeit somewhat embarassed) about that for a moment until I found out the rest of the five.
Bunch of clowns.
I was sexually assaulted 5 times in the late evening by various female patrons of the Gunn Island and Marquee nightclub (never again). Sticky, uneven floor, dark, dinghy, inadequate lighting, shit bar, and bus-loads of drunk hens. "Shit Judda..." you might say, "sounds like your kind of night!" But no. I'm not saying it wasn't fun, but man I felt dirty afterwards... Here's a couple of the girls in good stead.
CENSORED BY REQUEST...
It's now Wednesday, it's 2pm. I'm still wearing boxer shorts, barely awake, and just knocked off a packet of mi-goreng noodles and a nice glass of cab merlot for brunch. I should really do some study...
Mate, you'll always be in my top 5! You know it.
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Anonymous |
7:48 PM
Love from your secret admirer in Japan.
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Anonymous |
7:48 PM