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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Sunday, January 22, 2006


Not here or underneath

Hello

Let me start off by saying that I hope youre all well and knee-deep in random musings.
Its pretty hot and humid...but that's what you get for being near the coastline and the equator I suppose. Coffee is out of the question then. Perhaps whip out the smoothie maker, chuck in some ice and coffee powder and see what happens.

Went to the beach yesterday with my 2 cousins and sister. Despite the water being insanely cold and having a bit of a fry outside in the sun, it was a laugh. At one point my sister asked me to fasten her bikini top , and right at the moment I had it untied and ready to make a knot a huge wave bowls us all over and we're cascading beachwards, me tagging her along by her bikini strap. And after that I naturally couldnt stop laughing, which made her more annoyed and she kept yelling at me to get it done with.

A bit later this one guy comes up, with a little boy in his shoulders (probably his cousin, he didnt look old enough to be the squirt's dad) and he was like "Ladies, hello there.." The thing is, any conversation with another person youre not familiar with , when youre swimming in icy water is awkward to a degree. You try to cross your arms tightly around your chest. Does it help? No. Cos your arms are icy too. . He started talking to my cousin, she's 15 and blonde and we all know that's flypaper for any guy. Again, alot of pisstaking ensued , masterfully administered by the sibling and myself. ah well.

So last nite we had a bbq at their place, and their Dobermann Pincher had puppies a while ago. Cut to me missing out on dessert because im sitting outside with one of them in my lap. The one I had, I dubbed "confucius" cos a comical frown seemed to be fused onto his head, which was no bigger than an egg. Sort of makes you broody. As soon as I find a nice place Im getting myself a puppy.

I wish today's post could have been more witty , but hey. humourists have to have days off too.
xx
Anni
13:33

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