Hello.


Text ihearttofart[space]yourname[space]the colour of your last fart[space]the value in tim tams(TM) you are willing to exchange for a kitten who farts like the Lord Sage of Beer to my mobile number.



My mobile has crashed 3 times and been replaced since the last post. It's thirsty for the blood of the many, many mobile numbers that it lost. There is a gapping void in its memory card, (apart from the closest(or closet) darlings, who actually didnt really miss a beat since they text like there's no tml and are the type-like-they-talkers. this part probably no make sense-o. boo. woo. foo. right, went off on a tangent.)


anyhooo
so yeah, call or text, or just holler on msn the next time you see me. havent got your numbers anymore, so its your turn to take the initiative!


plus it'll really take my reeeling mind off that troubling thing. damn audacious cat farted so loudly that i thought my lil brother had sneaked into my room. dayyyummm. i would try to stand ready to record the next catfart. that track will be the prize up for grabs, for the sms contest above. HEH HEH. if my new mobile doesn't wilt from the ghastly task, let's catch up, folks!



p.s:
i've given up updating regularly here. especially about my social life. i get bored rigid doing it, like im doing a narrative recount essay for 30 marks. which sounds wookay and all, but i always exceeded the word limit in my (looooong-winded)essays back when, and get points docked off. ditto now, when i do the wordvomit. so i'd rather do the yak & bitch sessions and swap around, wouldn't you?