The first of many, maybe
Well, it's... Saturday. Me and TG and Susie from NZ are sitting in the kitchen waiting for vegetables to cook. Susie decides to express a need to do something noteworthy, and TG suggests we do today's Target. Not what she had in mind, I don't think. Alas. Anyway.
This is us attempting group prose:
This time he was dead. Last time, it was just the lingering smell of last night's pad thai in the room that had led people to believe in his demise. It was six o'clock in the evening, and I was feeling peckish. Well, peckish wasn't the proper word for it. Stark raving ravenous. With an odd leaning toward something malaysian, perhaps with a side of cheese fries. I looked out the window. It was very black. Which is odd for only six in the evening, Susie. He then realised that the tarpaulin on the roof had fallen over the window... Su, wouldn't that make it very BLUE outside...? Just a thought. You've let the veges burn haven't you? You slag.
I guess this really only works when there's beers. Ooo, I have duty free! Hmm... does Baileys go with char-grilled carrot?
This is us attempting group prose:
This time he was dead. Last time, it was just the lingering smell of last night's pad thai in the room that had led people to believe in his demise. It was six o'clock in the evening, and I was feeling peckish. Well, peckish wasn't the proper word for it. Stark raving ravenous. With an odd leaning toward something malaysian, perhaps with a side of cheese fries. I looked out the window. It was very black. Which is odd for only six in the evening, Susie. He then realised that the tarpaulin on the roof had fallen over the window... Su, wouldn't that make it very BLUE outside...? Just a thought. You've let the veges burn haven't you? You slag.
I guess this really only works when there's beers. Ooo, I have duty free! Hmm... does Baileys go with char-grilled carrot?
posted by Leocadia at 4:08 PM
2 Comments:
I already love this blog.
It seems like everyone on the Gomez blog has just signed up to blogger so they can comment... odd. But I'm glad you did, because you're actually using yours. Let the silly begin.
Why weren't you allowed on the monorail up here anyways?
V xx
My friend Josh wouldn't let us. He used to live in Sydney, and Me and Olly, his brother, hadn't been for years and years, so we were all excited and he was all bossy. I can't believe we didn't overthrow him, he's smaller than both of us. Hmph.
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