Sooo.. Amy didn’t blog anything today. And I’m too tired to blog anything interesting. It sure is great to have my guys back tho =)

Werk werk werk.. Housewerk. I’m going to get Amy and Sam in an hour (yay!) so I have to finish cleaning (boo!). I probably should have done a bit more over the past 10 days, but hey, at least I was keeping it tidy.

argh! Got the emode bug again.. My super-power is.. SUPER SPEED!

Could the Religion Test become the new Color Test? I’ve already seen it on multiple blogs.. For the record, the top choice for me was.. New Age. Ugh. I’m not that simpy am I? Still, better than the second choice - Scientology. The test does actually throw out some interesting responses.

I believe I am the only person in a 50-mile radius without a cell phone. However, now that I know this is possible, I will be purchasing one right away. Axel F, baby!!!

Mondo just asked me if I’d seen the Angry Kid shorts, and I said I’d seen the sex toy one.. which just reminded me of when I went to Palm Springs. I arrive at the hotel, put my flight bag on the counter while I’m talking to the.. the.. attendant? girl and there’s this buzzing come out of my bag.. I was actually first wondering if someone had put a bomb in there, then I was wondering if everyone would think I liked ass-lovin’ and had a big ol’ vibrator in there.. I open the bag up to discover Amy had thoughtfully packed my beard trimmer without telling me, and the regular jostling of travel had set it off.

Ooooooh, how posh! I just spoke to my mum on the phone, she was telling me all about her attendance at The Royal Garden Party at Buckingham Palace. I’ve never been much of a royalist, but when things like this happen I just tear up and sing God Save the Queen.

I’d completely forgotten to update our info on weblogs when we switched hosts/design, so it wasn’t catching any updates. Hopefully it will now.

PHEW! WOTTA SCORCHER! It’s hot today. Too hot to continue housework. Sorry Amy.

Speaking of cheese, I was playing a mixtape I did in ‘94 and forgot it ended with Chimo Bayo’s “A si me gusta mi”. Gawd, does that bring back some memories of The Warehouse. Roy (or Marshall?) would drop it at the end of the night, and you’d have 800 e’d up people thinking they were singing along. Quite mad.