The World According To Me

Facebook is taking up a lot of my time. Time that should be reserved for other things. Like work. And blogging. Thank goodness I don't have the interwebs at home or I would never leave the house. As I don't have the interwebs in my home I have been doing a lot of going out "on the turps" as they say. It's getting silly. We drink, we dance, we are completely moronic, and it's heaps of fun. I have re-learned how to make sleepy eyes at boys who range from delightfully beautiful to "don't touch that with a plastic one" and more often than not they then kiss me, such is the influence of bucketfuls of vodka.

But it is all good.

I am playing my last game of netball for one team tonight, for a while at least. It is our grandfinal. Wish us luck.

I have two games left for my other team, and I will be glad to finish that as well. I need to give netball a wee rest for a bit. I need to get back into the gym. I need to swap gyms. Again.

I saw Josh Pyke play the other week - is he not the most delightful young scruff? Before the gig I was standing upstairs in the designated smoking area of the tiny venue we were at, waiting for my friend to return from her ablutions. The man himself came up the stairs and was about to head straight into the women's toilets and I directed him to the right place. Such a good citizen. He looked embarrassed and made a wincey face. I laughed. He played in front of about 60 people and it was utterly lovely.

I need to do my tax. I need to attack my garden with high-powered machinery. I need to ring my Gran.