Test me like a bomb straight from Mururoa...

Today I went to class and was late and ate a bagel and went to the gym and walked home and cooked myself some fucking eggs and read my books for class and posted comments on the readings on the class webpage which only works through stupid internet explorer and talked Patrick in Adelaide in msn and chatted to Ben in Christchurch and Gwen in Michigan and Hester in Wellington on Google chat then had to turn my pooter off because its DISTRACTING THERES SO MANY SHINY PRETTY THINGS TO LOOK AT and then I made a kick-arse chicken salad and ate it while watching Lost not much Sawyer but good nonetheless and now I'm chatting to Grace and listening to Pitch Black and blogging life is good.

I was thinking.
Its been such a long time since I've had a really good snog. My friend was most disappointed in me that I didn't get a snog in Toronto.
I think I was a little disappointed in myself.

OK that will be all.