a night’s tale


Savannah… that place on your way to Muyenga… or from it. . .

Heineken brought to the table. Can is opened. . . a sip taken.

Water is ordered. Medicine swallowed. . . back to Heineken. . .

Change of venue suggested. Pangs of hunger manifest.

Pizza recommended…



She who shall not be mentioned is at pizza place. Still elicits a stare. Read the rest of this entry »


So I Say Thank You For The Moslems

“So I say
Thank you for the music Moslems, the songs Im singing fast they ended
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it ‘em, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance moon or a star
What are we?
So I say thank you for the music Moslems
For giving it Eid to me”

Before all that… Read the rest of this entry »

No Daughter Of Mine Will Have A Teddy Bear!

because i got high

I’d like to state the obvious. I’m high. Which would mean, it’s understandable that some idiot went like, How High are you instead of Hi, how are you? This actually makes sense when you say it out loud instead of just reading it. Its one of those puns we look back upon and feel embarrassed we actually used in our posts.

Anywho, just got back from Rock Night which was fun, as you can imagine. There was an instance of some dude screaming at some point where Avril Lavigne was talking or singing about some jilted girlfriend. It was declared the gayest moment of the night, but we moved on.

Its been an incredible night nonetheless. And this is where I get cryptic. There’s about four or so bloggers that will pick up on this, not so much because they are incredibly adept at discerning things, but because I’ve gushed quite a bit. This is me saying I’ve had an incredible two weeks and if it was in me to name names, I’d be more specific. It might be the alcohol, if its not, this post will remain, if it is, well I’ll delete it.

Cheers and thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Thing about blogging, you say stuff and everybody wants to discern what you’re going on about. As luck would have it, save for the few that know. The one that counts knows what I’m talking about when I say cheers _ _ _tums! You rock more than I care to give you credit for… and the only reason I’m using that name you hate so much is to try to underscore just how much I like you.