A lazy weekend morning; walking around aimlessly and yet intently; a warm summer afternoon, the cricket on the radio; sumptuous brunches, dinners on par with what your mamma made for ya; ignoring the responsibilities and chillin’ with friends; a birthday barbecue stretching well into the night with new & newer friends, the chatter (and drinks) flowing freely. Truly, this is what weekends ought to be made of on a regular basis. ...
Dear Internet, I fear I must make a small confession. I left the house on Sunday afternoon, fully intending to take advantage of the sunny day by going to some tourist spot or another - perhaps Lord’s, perhaps Regent’s Park where they were holding a “village fair”. Oh and fake beach volleyball. But that was never a factor. On the way out, however, I thought up the bright idea of doing a quick bit of shopping while I was at it. I needed to buy: ...
A sign that the area you’ve just moved into is kinda alright: A brand-spanking new black-as-the-night Lamborghini coupe parked outside the local cinema. I mean, daaaaamn!
Fun. =D Hard work, surprisingly. =/ Petrol fumes. =S No bananas or boost pads =( Went from 17th to 9th! ^_^
It’s not even worth joking about any more