Glad to see that my friends are still alive (even though they're being tortured with cleansing rituals, a la JournoBoy.)

Nothing noteworthy happens here at home, so please bear with me if the posts seem worn out and thin. To answer Lexi and EJ's question : Youre right, the Anni you know wouldnt let an opportunity go by but alas, the boys next door were ALL surfers and they seemed more interested in bobbing around aimlessly in the great blue expanse of ocean (devoid of waves due to the absence of wind) than having female company. So its their loss really. We even had cider.

Ive been quite intrigued in starting to write again, but not the shiteous things i made you lot read a while back. I want to do Eric Idle things. Alan Coren things. If all this language and psych nonsense could be put aside i'd just write humour until im 95 and looking like a prune in your grandma's fridge. Honestly. I want to stop being academical : I dont want to listen to people gripe , I dont want to have lengthy discussions about postmodernism and language as a means of globalisation. I WANT TO WRITE HUMOUROUS NONSENSE!

p.s how emo...wanting to get away from it all.
Ive also been spending alot of time talking to Mikey ( coincidence?) (perhaps)

p.p.s im sorry if this is so self-indulgent. It will get better soon :)