I grew up listening to the sexual sounds of Ricky Martin. I turned on the computer this morning, the usual routine on my weekday mornings. I popped in a couple of orange tictacs… and nearly choked of them. I haven’t noticed much of Ricky Martin in the last couple of years but today, news has confirmed that he is indeed gay.
THIS BODY AND FACE is batting for the other team.
I flicked through some of his pictures on the net, I realised that he has a very good looking body and very pretty face, the heart throb I remember him to be. Too bad for us gals :P
It’s the Easter Break very soon, that’s Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. A whole lot no-work… now that is a holiday. You know what… I am going to redefine Public Holiday.
Public Holiday [puhb-lik hol-i-dey] noun – non-working day.
So every weekend will be a public holiday also. Who votes for me to run the country?
EASTER BREAK ----I’m weighing up options of how to spend my easter break. It goes like this: A) Camping at a secluded area 10 hours out of Melbourne.
EASTER BREAK ----I’m weighing up options of how to spend my easter break. It goes like this: A) Camping at a secluded area 10 hours out of Melbourne.
Glen Elg National Park is the ultimate camping spot. The last three times I went camping with Mr V was at Glen Elg. Imagine a secluded spot right next to a massive river that you could literally roll out of the tent and throw your fishing rod out. Brim galore! A campfire was lit to allow us to cook unhealthy food for breakfast, lunch and dinner, usually consisting of packet noodles and spam ham or anything that didn’t require refrigeration.
We even decided to bring a whole chicken to roast on the campfire, though we obviously weren’t thinking clearly enough, that chicken ended up in the river as barley. To add to my top experiences in life, Mr V lodged a water bottle on the tree so that we could have a shower. As I stood under the tree, stark naked, rubbing shampoo all over my body… a speed boat load of people drove past. There was no time to cover anything, or even react.
I bought hand wipes to my next trip.
Although I enjoyed all my experiences, I did not enjoy the animal shit carpeting the ground. I shit you not when I tell you that I got out my mini shovel and shovelled ALL the shit in the surrounding area into ONE pile.
B) Camping at Cape Liptrap 2.5 hours out of Melbourne
This place sounds awesome. Its near Venus bay and its situated along a beach. You know what that means… surf fishing, fishing, boating and shell collecting. I would be wetting myself with pleasure if it were summer and I could beach all day but sadly, it will only be 24 degrees over the weekend. A bit too cold for my liking.
I wonder what its going to be?
It’s 4:30pm now, I’m accumulating energy… I can just feel it. Another 30mins and I’m zooming out of the office…
We even decided to bring a whole chicken to roast on the campfire, though we obviously weren’t thinking clearly enough, that chicken ended up in the river as barley. To add to my top experiences in life, Mr V lodged a water bottle on the tree so that we could have a shower. As I stood under the tree, stark naked, rubbing shampoo all over my body… a speed boat load of people drove past. There was no time to cover anything, or even react.
I bought hand wipes to my next trip.
Although I enjoyed all my experiences, I did not enjoy the animal shit carpeting the ground. I shit you not when I tell you that I got out my mini shovel and shovelled ALL the shit in the surrounding area into ONE pile.
B) Camping at Cape Liptrap 2.5 hours out of Melbourne
This place sounds awesome. Its near Venus bay and its situated along a beach. You know what that means… surf fishing, fishing, boating and shell collecting. I would be wetting myself with pleasure if it were summer and I could beach all day but sadly, it will only be 24 degrees over the weekend. A bit too cold for my liking.
I wonder what its going to be?
It’s 4:30pm now, I’m accumulating energy… I can just feel it. Another 30mins and I’m zooming out of the office…
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