Friday Blues...
Actually Saturday, as it's past midnight, and this maybe the reason I'm feeling a bit low. Need my bed, so this'll be another short entry.
Just when everything's going great, and my new business venture is picking up very nicely, I feel this great big gaping hole right where my heart should (or could?) be.
If only I could turn back the clock a little; I'd do things maybe not so differently, but would allow myself to get lost in my feelings a bit more. Then I'd really know what to do, and my actions would be different.
I'm sorry kitten... missing you like you'll never know.
Cycling
They will find me one of these days in a ditch, my left hand clamped against my chest, having bitten my tongue off, and most obviously dead from a massive triple coronary.
Why is it that I ALWAYS end up cycling against the wind on both my way to AND from work? It makes pedalling harder than raping a mountain gorilla...
Pimping...
For absolutely no reason whatsoever, apart from pure boredom, I have decided to pimp out my good friend and fellow trophy-man Christian (seen here on the right, next to me looking not unlike a cheap pimp).
To keep it all legal, what I'm offering is more of an 'escort' service. For an agreed sum, he'll 'escort' you to your car and then whatever happens after that is nothing to do with me, officer.
I'll see how much I get in a week, and if succesful will branch out to pimp out my brother. I'm nothing if not an entrepeneur! Watch this space, and feel free to make me an offer on this fun-loving Cancer, with a taste (habit some may say) for hard liquor, and an insatiable love for porn.
Still Smoking...
Hello everyone, Reefermadness returns with another entry for this now second-hand year. Contrary to unpopular belief, I'm alive and relatively well. In my recent absence I have picked up and given up habits, started and abandoned projects, romanced and betrayed relationships, and most importantly discovered that Banoffee is not in Tennessee. (I honestly knew someone who believed that!)
I meant to write more, kind of like a come-back special, but I'm tired so this will be a short one (surprise suprise). I have plenty to say and share with everyone, including some pretty interesting photos, so I will blog again extremely soon. I think I've caught the blogging bug once again, though to be honest it could all be down to the daily gram and a half of Amoxycillin I'm currently on... more on that later.
Until then, hang tight.
How to see in 2005...
The House of Tequila would like to wish all it's friends and followers a very Happy New Year!!!
2004 has brought Reefermadness tears of joy and sadness, as well as moments which will never be forgotten, both in my mind and my heart. The lows may have been subterranean, but the highs (no pun intended) still managed to reach Cheech and Chong heights... all in all, this foreclosing year has been like a mixed bag of nuts, being forced fed to a nut-sensitive emotionally-unhinged homicidal toothless tramp.
Anyway, raise your glasses, and toast with Reefer to a bright 2005, no doubt full of war, death and famine (let's not dick about, things are NOT getting better, especially when God turns up and takes a massive dump in the Indian Ocean). I do seriously hope at least one of us makes it to retirement age...
I will try and post another entry tomorrow, because I've just read this one and it's not coming accross as a very cheery one. Another year, another notch in the bedposts of life, which doesn't sound like much, but it's more than a lot of unfortunate souls out there can claim...
Chasing rabbits...
I return in a better mood than my last entry, for today or tomorrow I should be collecting my new vehicle. I, courtesy of my brother Gio, have acquired a Mini!!! And I'm not taling about the goose-stepping vorsprung-durch-technik gestapo-looking bastard they call a Mini nowadays.
There's a few bits that'll need to be done to it straight away (extra front lights, roof motif etc), but I'll post photos as soon as it arrives, and keep the progress well reported...
Christmas has most definitely come early...
For he's a jolly good....
For those who don't know, yesterday (12th) was my birthday. I didn't receive a single card or present. I woke up feeling older than ever... and my heart felt broken in places I didn't even know could break! Plus I ended up cooking the birthday meal for everyone else!!
Now, I don't really care about getting old, or about receiving presents etc, but this year has undoubtedly been my worst birthday ever!! 
I think the weather didn't help much, or the fact I saw my birthday in the night before with a few (lot of) beers and a couple (dozen) tequilas round my buddy Christian's gaff. In short, I spent my birth anniversary licking my wounds and feeling pretty down about recent events. Today hasn't been much better (although I did receive a card, in person, from the artist formerly known as Mrs Reefer), but I have kept myself busy by laying a laminate floor, installing a new funky bathroom halogen light (without cutting the power off 'cos I'm such a fucking man!), and stripping some wallpaper.
Anywho, I'm starting to realise there is no point to this entry (what's new!), and that I really don't want any sympathy or anything like that. I just want to be happy!!!