fatvegan

I'm all alone tonight. Lib-by has trotted off to Dylan Moran, the Black Books chap. She has to go to Parramatta, and she tends to get lost, so I don't reckon she'll be back until the wee small hours.

I'm having a fun old time by myself. Lib-by thinks I'm studying. But I'm actually drinking beer and listening to music they don't play on Triple J. I feel very mischievious.

The reason I had to write Lib-by instead of her real name is because she only reads the posts with her name in them. And since she just searches for her name, she won't find this post hopefully.