hola lanternos, animales, people, crapbags whoever comes to this blog. haha i almost wrote bog there. great joke sarah great joke.

ANYWAY moving swiftly on, i'm really sorry for anyone who saw my angsty lyric entry. the one with the shot through the heart lyrics. i was in one hell of a weird crappy mood and i was feeling depressed because i had so much prep to do and all i could do was whittle my life away by typing manically in this blog. (rachel you know the manic typing thing don't you. for anyone interested, rach does the most amusing manic typist impression i've seen in some time)

i'm so sore that i'm not gonna be in singapore for the players and swingers party..i wouldve gone with teri as a couple. we'd be the hottest there. no competition. and if katie were in singapore, we could go as a gay threesome and that'd be too hot to handle.

now certain people have been promised cryptic messages by me, so here goes

cryptic message one: hey! just in case you did decide to come by the blog here's the message i promised you. sneakily encoded into the entry. i told you i'm subtle and crafty =P good luck with ure polo training and outings with..wait for it...*whispered* girls, and don't let the mumsie club down. and TAG dammit, although i know u think it's gay. the last entry wasn't for you, just in case you saw it and got all worried. which i doubt u would. take care of yourself

cryptic message two: hello there. this could be for you. or not. it's all very iffy. only if you truly know that you're meant to get the message, can you really achieve enlightenment. and then you can do the evil fish laugh and do all those kinky little things you want to do with sophie when noone's watching. and drink the pool water which you call soy, but we all know is really pool water, because you want to feel close to roysters. don't laugh too hard at the unfunny and boring people, if not a large tatooed arm will emerge from the darkness and stroke your thigh. and that arm might be attached to a third class jaw who's dancing the sexy dontcha dance/ or that groovy little dance we saw in the bathroom today and i'm not shitting you man.

cryptic message 3: meet at the base at 1030 army time. don't be late and bring the candles. WE'RE GONNA BURN THOSE FUCKERS DOWN.

cryptic message 4: er bye?

cryptic message 5: in your face RIK. who the hell is called RIK anyway? loser.