Strawberry ravioli

So... I was supposed to write this oh....a good week ago...and i haven't because i've been REAL busy. actually i lie, i've got nothing to do and i'm just idle. well actually, i don't lie because i have to wake up at insane times to go to the hospital to do more insane unpaid work. i would tell you what i get up to, but somehow i don't hink it'll be the hot topic at anyone's dinner party.

'oh did you know this old dude pulled out his catheter the other night?'
'shocking, i kneow.'

oop. getting a little sidetracked here, all this catheter talk. anyway, lucie loo drove dondon and i to starf's big scary house (it could be haunted you know) and when we got there it was about half past seven. so i ate some of his (strawberry...haha!) ravioli (which tasted so friggin good cos i was so so in need of food) and we spooked lucie loo and donna a bit...and put up the 'juno is the best' msg on his fridge, just as a friendly reminder (sorry i took away your 'melanie' one mel) then we settled down for some priestly heath ledger. yes, i know, heath ledger a priest? on what crack addicted universe? but hey, whatever floats your boat man.

so we weren't really paying attention to the movie cos we were too busy ad-libbing the speech...well...ria and i were anyway...who knows, maybe the others were paying attention but one minute he was a priest and the next he was rolling around with some girl in the bed. priestly action? i think not. there was this scary bit where these 2 kids turned into scary looking things (my mind is racking thinking of synonyms for 'scary looking things') and i yelped...i admit it. but chocolate and peanut oreos made everything better. just like grosling does! yesiree.

so after the movie...which....i can't really pass a verdict on cos i wasn't watching properly, mel and pam left...so we were left to our own devices to scare the living shit out of each other by way of telling each other about all kinds of supernatural hoodoo...really, i've been scared too much these past 2 weeks. i guess that means no grudge for me man! unless you bribe me with some grosling or oreos or something. i might comply then.

so i don't know what time it was, but we left after about an hour of freaking each other out. hey that's pretty good for a week old ocassion. or was it it 2 weeks ago?