oh where oh where has my little bunny gone?

being fired had it’s perks.

with so much free time on my hands, i decided to go out and catch the sun. heading to pangkor for sun, sand and surf, i decided to just take it easy and chill.

i came back without a tan, or any sweet memories of bikini-clad babes frolicking on the beach while eating ice-cream either. what i did get were nightmares of saggy wrinkled 50 plus year old caucasian butt covered in skimpy white briefs. dammit. and every night i wake up sweating and screaming in fear as the butt gets closer and closer. *haunted look*

i’m becoming too analytical. i’m starting to see that there is a reason for everything, and it drives me crazy as i try to figure out what it is. in fact, i’m starting to get the Look from other people when i start wondering aloud why a grapefruit is called a grapefruit when it looks NOTHING whatsoever like a grape. fruit. whatever.

retail therapy works. if you’re feeling pretty low and all that, head out and buy whatever the fuck you want. go ahead. then as you open your wallet and check your available balance, make a suitably horrified face, run to window on the 22nd floor and jump out dramatically screaming head first. i bought myself a new toy to play with. no, ma’eka it’s nowhere near as nice as your treo, but hey it’s pretty good and i like it ok? so there. hah. now i keep a few of my porn on it. portable porn. i’ll name it as pornable set. go me!

bumming around at home may sound like fun for those who work like mad, but after the 50th hour in your bed twiddling your thumbs, a few things happen.

1. you get bored of your thumbs.
2. your thumbs ache.
3. your ceiling does not change colour or anything.
4. astro becomes boring.
5. you and chasey lain have done every humanely possible position involving german sausages and cheese in your head and now you’re both sitting down wondering what else you could possibly do.

maybe i should hit the recruitment ads again.

but at the same time, nah…. i think i’ve just figure out a few more positions that i could practice out with chasey, jenna jameson and sylvia lane involving a rubber duckie.

oooooh, i’m going to need to get some feathers and a red and white polka dotted garter belt first.

*hurries off*