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Cruisy Sunday afternoon at my house, one I've been needing for quite some time. I love these days home by myself, where I can bum around and do as I please. I've been pretty tired lately as I alluded in my last entry so I had vowed to myself that I would not be tempted by any invitations to socialise this afternoon, no matter who invited me or how irresistable the offer seemed. Thankfully I was able to keep my promise to myself and I came home straight after church to an empty house. Since then I've checked my email and chatted online to my friends Matthew and Chris, watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off for the first time ever (starring Matthew Broderick; rad movie) and received a phone call from another friend Matt who I haven't seen in about 6 months. Hence the name of this afternoon's blog. You'd think parents could be a little more creative in naming their children?
Anyway there are a couple of things calling my name right now: namely a collection of Oscar Wilde's short stories and a thermal sleeping bag on the couch. I'd better not keep them waiting.
Those three little words: "I tolerate you",
Teegs
Cruisy Sunday afternoon at my house, one I've been needing for quite some time. I love these days home by myself, where I can bum around and do as I please. I've been pretty tired lately as I alluded in my last entry so I had vowed to myself that I would not be tempted by any invitations to socialise this afternoon, no matter who invited me or how irresistable the offer seemed. Thankfully I was able to keep my promise to myself and I came home straight after church to an empty house. Since then I've checked my email and chatted online to my friends Matthew and Chris, watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off for the first time ever (starring Matthew Broderick; rad movie) and received a phone call from another friend Matt who I haven't seen in about 6 months. Hence the name of this afternoon's blog. You'd think parents could be a little more creative in naming their children?
Anyway there are a couple of things calling my name right now: namely a collection of Oscar Wilde's short stories and a thermal sleeping bag on the couch. I'd better not keep them waiting.
Those three little words: "I tolerate you",
Teegs
Especially the scene where he's singing in the parade.