I know, I know. I need to get a grip on my laziness and deliver when I say I will. But there are several factors which act as constraints to this. One is I couldn't get a grip on my laziness if it physically appeared infront of me. And two is I was very very tired last night. As much as I love Friday, she can be a cruel mistress sometimes. I was barely alive yesterday evening, calling on my reserve tank just to get myself home. So once again, I'm going to do this on a saturday morning. It can't be that bad, can it?
Good morning good people, its R&R time. I myself just got up from bed, and if not for the roaring hunger which awoke me, I'd still be asleep. Have you ever considered that Saturday mornings allow you indulge in your basest desires? It turns us all into the cavemen we've fought so hard for centuries to overcome.
On Saturday mornings, you wake up at goodness knows what time and its the basic needs in life that come to mind. 'Caveman want food', 'caveman going back to bed' and for you lucky people who woke up with something soft and sexy besides you 'caveman want nookie!' For those of us who didn't however, we just keep doing the K'naan and Wave the Flag.
What are your plans for this brief respite we have worked so hard for? I imagine there are several weddings going on today, as is customary with saturdays. I myself have never really been a wedding person. I once read somewhere that the whole concept of the modern wedding is a big hoax. The groom is there, pretending that this is the happiest day of his life, the bride is there pretending to be a virgin. But that's someone else's opinion though.
I shall be going through my usual saturday routine gentlefolk. I wander aimlessly around my house on during the day, I like to call it haunting. Its more Phantom of the Opera than Casper the Friendly Ghost. Casper was a tad gay in my opinion anyways.
Come evening however, I shall cease the tom foolery, hop in a car and begin the search for all things awesome. And by night fall, I shall drunkenly stumble back into the house, and continue haunting it till the morning.
As you can imagine, I'm not exactly a social animal, but several women in the past have called me an animal, so I guess I'm halfway there.
Gentlefolk, shall we dance?
Sex: guess who's getting laid today? Go on guess? Well fuck it, I don't know either, but it sure as hell isn't me! Dammit!
Books: there is this Dean Koontz novel I have been trying to finish for months now. I can't. It scares the hell out of me. And I don't scare easy. Please someone read it and tell me how it ends. Its called False Memory.
Movies: I'm feeling like a bit of a softie today, so go see High Fidelity. Not my usual type of movie, but it was sort of special. Plus John Cusack and Jack Black were in it, and they're awesome.
Music: my hard heads, I said I'm feeling a bit soft, so bear with me. Will Smith's Big Willy Style may not be hardcore, but its still a classic. My fellow softies, TLC's Crazy, Sexy, Cool was exactly as the title suggests. And my fence-sitters go with Diddy's We Invented The Remix.
Have a proper nice weekend gentlefolk. I'm out.
I am Womilee.