Saturday, 21 March 2009

Russell (Brand) You Dog, You.

The man with the offensive hair and a penchant for black eye-liner is in Oz.

As I sit here, on my Saturday night typing these words, I am simultaneously kicking myself for missing out.

This following snippet is as good as it gets.. for now.

"I don't think I can have sex with someone, with such a slender grasp of grammar".

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I am more than prone to monologues; however, this is solely due to the manner in which they compliment a witty anecdote and their ability to resemble concrete evidence when it is so obviously lacking. I often wish I could emulate that aloof character who coolly stands in the corner smiling mysteriously as if she has a secret. However, I fear resisting the temptation to involve myself in other people’s conflicts and responding through body language rather than verbose banter may come across as contrived and arrogant. And, I am not willing to take that chance.

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