She Has A Moist Vagina

I finished that Kurt Cobain biography the other day. It was good. There wasn't any huge surprises. In case you didn't know, he dies at the end.

There's a flyer at work for a cake company. One of the people making these cakes has the same name as my girlfriend. Her name is Ria. They make your usual sorts of cakes. Barbie cakes. Football cakes. Wedding cakes. Then there are some cakes I haven't really seen before. Stripper pole dancing cakes. Bulging bikini cakes. They are interesting. Not very appropriate for child care.

My weekend had ups and downs. Saturday was mainly ups. I cut back my grandmother's bush. I was given 10 cans of ginger beer. I saw
The Glass Menagerie. This play was awesome. I really enjoyed it. I don't know about the lady next to me. She started crying. And so did the lady on the other side. And the one behind me. It could have been what was happening on the stage, or it could have been that they were all suffering debilitating stomach cramps, or it could be that they loathed the play and Tenessee Williams. Who knows?

The rest of Saturday was good times. And sherpa chicken at the Himalayan Kitchen.

Sunday I woke early and headed to the beach for my first session in the boat. I've taken up rowing again, at Southport. It was fun. A little cold at the start, especially when it was raining, but it was good to be on the water again. Unfortunately we weren't in the surf, we were only on the Broadwater, but we did race an old ferry, and we totally kicked its arse.

The rest of Sunday wasn't the best. There was a bit of power struggle. There was a resolution to the conflict, which is good. Otherwise I'd be very sad. And smoking alot.