Tuesday, October 31, 2006

testing...

I caved into mySpace a few months ago because I missed having a blog, then got a slew of messages from people who wanted to be my 'friend', but who actually just wanted to sell me stuff. I must admit I was flattered to have been invited to the "Styling Models Online" or "Hot girls" group, but alas, my naked air-brushed pictures could never compare.

I'm still supposed to be writing, which explains why I'm trawling the net trying to start another, more satisfying blog that doesn't ply me with false promises of new friends. My old friends told me so. I stand corrected.

Speaking of friends, I shall take this opportunity to post pictures of the most amazing paella that Marc made a few weeks ago, atop a wee charcoal BBQ on Joc's back porch, no less:


click to embiggen!

And we ate until our bellies were big, and slept like babies.

Well, in actuality we over-strained our already strained tummies with laughing at our lame-ass film school films that we hadn't seen in a few years. Then we toddled home and slept, rubbing our paella babies in contentment.

Good food, good company. Yay.

Hmm, I should end a blog with a 'thing', right? In homage to Jane Espenson's excellent blog on screenwriting, I'll put what I had for breakfast, because after 9 months of independent living I still haven't found my breakfast groove.

Breakfast:
1 milo (4 heaped teaspoons milo, 1 teaspoon brown sugar, splash of milk)
1 peanut butter toast (Freya's mixed grain)
verdict: OK I guess. I like the poppyseeds in the toast.