holy mother of sweet, weeping baby jesus
Today should have been a hot, steaming slice of awesome gataeu. delicious and sweet like only the finest bakers in the world can dream of.
it wasn't. it was a pile of shit.
This afternoon there was a bbq on at my local organised by some DJs I know. they supplied the phat tunes while the pub supplied the delicious meaty treats. throw in the company of friends and a girl I like, it seems simple enough, right
wrong!
the knobheads at the pub left the freezer open and the meat defrosted, rendering the entire prospect of meaty treats void.
Considering I'd missed lunch for this, i was most displeased. not to be detered from big eats i decided to ring my brother and get him to put me some food on when he cooked for himself
anyway, fastforward a bit and I have to make my excuses and skedaddle- I invite previousoly mentioned girl over once people have left and i made my way. hurrah! situation saved, right?
wrong!
because I am doomed to a lfie of misfortune and enforced celibacy, the text message i should have recived at about 8:30 or 9 maybe gets to me at about half ten, totally destroying my plans to chill with hot girl. Instead I played warcraft. on my own.
so: in a day that should have been full of meaty treats, phat beats and fine company, I ended up with...well, just the music.
severely pissed. fucks sake!