smear cold mud on yourself
8/4/2005i knew he was about, but he was always hiding in the walls, scratching the roof, humping paris in the tree… his name is shannon noel, and he is the possum that i share an on again, off again relationship with. he wakes me up in the middle of the night with his scary possum hissing (if you’ve not heard it, don’t judge me!) and annoys me throughout the day and has been living in my roof for about 2 years. i’ve been too lazy to do anything about it of course. but finally he revealed himself in all his possumy glory, appearing in the cupboard, right next to my keg of woodstock… needless to say i rang pest control.
also if you’re bored, play this little labyrinth type game, it’s in another language but basically you press play then guide the mouse to the end (without touching the walls). it’s strangely enjoyable.
18:49 ::
Make love to the possum. Then you can have possum Tim babies.
Comment by Sin Ogaris — 8/4/2005 @ 23:25
pest control? my brother climbs up gum trees with the dog in one hand, and gun in the other, chasing possums. true that. er, i don’t recomment you do that though =).
Comment by t — 8/5/2005 @ 14:29
t: your brother sounds cool
Comment by jess — 8/8/2005 @ 21:39
Woodstock keg? Tim you don’t do you? How would you fit it in your flat? Hope work is fun! You birthday party post cracked me up!
Comment by Emma — 8/13/2005 @ 15:12
You should make the possum pay rent.
Comment by Sin Ogaris — 8/13/2005 @ 23:26