Oh man, I came home at 6am. 6 AM. To those with limited sight... 6 A M. It has been a while since that happened. You could say I really know how to keep two gorgeous women awake all niiiiiight ;)

While I was gone, my house was ALMOST broken into. According to my housemate, a guy jumped over the fence and into my courtyard... then proceeded to slide open my glass door (which a fren forgot to lock), while my housemate (who was on the way to the kitchen to wash plates) looked on. His hand on a boken (wooden sword), he faced the (I guess astonished) invader and asked who he was and wat he wanted. The man feebly replied that he was looking for a fren... a Mr... Kong. Brilliant. Anywaes, housemate called 2nd housemate (Aikido person) and they proceeded to beat the man to a bloody pulp. Well, ok, that was a lie. But they told the man to leave b4 calling security who subsequently called the cops. All this happened while I was at Soul Mama chomping away at mock duck meat. Drama happens when I am away. Sigh.

This is Day 5 and Sister Zini has fallen. She has tainted her body with the sacriligeous (spelling) taste of CHICKEN. She must be punished. I want chicken. Yesterdae, Shan, Devil's Secretary, attempted to tempt (I love my sentence structures) me with Olive Tree. Her description of succulent steak peppered with prawns and cheese and fries on the side, brought up images that swept away all thoughts of love, sex and brought upon something close to a panic attack. She added that she would not tell anybody. It would be a dirty, naughty secret between the both of us. I must admit, the temptation to sin was there, but my spirit prevailed and I did not embrace the lies she wrought upon me. I am strong in the faith of Vegolli, the God of Vegetables. And I will prevail.