New Plan

I had a massive-ass Carlsson-sized headache today... Not to mentions other stuff, so i was feeling pretty sorry for myself when i got to work, but good cos i wasnt being a pussy. But after like 2 hours my head nearly exploded, so i thort it would be wise to let my bosses know that i might not be well tonight.

So now i get tonight off. And just as well, cos im gonna sleep and drink water til i dont want to do either anymore.

Wish me well, wont you?

Marathon

the reason i havnt updated for a few days is that nothing has happened here. Seriously. Except that Rhys Palmer won the Rising Star award and Cyril got second.

Well today is the marathon day. I was hell looking forward to it.... not. But yeah, i actually got a bug a couple of nights ago so im in a bit of a dilemma. If i call in sick, it will look like im a pussy, bailing on the biggest function of the year. If i go in, i have to try and make it through 13+ hours of work, and i struggled with 5 yesterday. Catch 22.

Tonight is the start of the finals for those who dont know. My finals team is Geelong, cos my favourite player plays for them. My finals is for dream is for Collingwood to get absolutely smashed by Adelaide in the first round of the finals. Oh the bliss.

Anyway, i have to be in work in half an hour, and i better have a shower, as good as my B.O smells.
Peace

Mickies and Sickies

I was looking through my images the other day and i found this one that i had forgotten about. I took it at the McDonalds restaurant that Jarryd regularly goes to - coincidence? I think not.

Well Its pretty quiet in the T-Betta household ( for once). Sean is in Melbourne on a footy trip, Rohan is at the Grandies and Jacko is at Gay Boy Camp (Buzz camp for singing, dancing and acting). So we now only have 37 people living here. Haha.

I took a sickie today but not like Kelly frequently does (after one of his many nights out on the piss hooking up with random chicks), i am actually sick. My throat is sorer than Carlson's Girlfriend's face after Kelly dominated it with a volleyball. So yeah, pretty sore.

Anyway, not much to report seeing as i havnt been to training all week (due to sickness and work, its not like im just taking a holiday like some selfish bastards i know) so i have no new info. Its just me and the movies. Such as American Psycho, which just fucked with my mind. Its as confusing as Brock with braces.

Im off like an unfaithful man's wedding ring,

Alexxxox