happy easter and help me get laid

that wasn't meant to be a pun on easter eggs. we don't do puns and we most definitely don't say 'no pun intended' after clearly using one and hoping everyone gets how smart and witty we are. people are so lame!! real post continues below:

we were invited to gaysin's house for easter lunch today. the food itself was decent even though gaysin hadn't cooked. he did set the table beautifully though. other notable things he did - hire a jesus movie and purchase a 5 layer mother-load chocolate cake. yes, apparently such a thing exists. we came pretty close to actually watching the jesus movie. if i hadn't pointed to the other dvd on the table just in time and said "wait, is that the new anne hathaway movie you have there? omg mummy really wanted to watch it. didn't you mummy?" we would so have been watching jesus and his entourage. the anne hathaway movie turned out to be boring as hell. jane austin's story supposedly. mother argued it was jane eyre's story while aunty claimed it was jane bronte's story. now you and i know no such person exists. aunty on the other hand isn't as brilliant and so the two argued until about fifteen minutes into the movie when someone referred to the protagonist as ms. austen thereby bringing some much needed silence to the room. aunty however continued to maintain a rather confused look on her face until gaysin figured out what it was and turned on the subtitles after which everyone breathed a sigh of relief. ooh ooh i have to say here that gaysin received a very suspicious phone call during lunch from a kevin person. his voice got all high and i got all curious. by the way i haven't yet directly asked brother about my gaysin theory. he will occasionally look up from one of his paintings to declare that the person on tv sounds exactly like gaysin and the person on tv is invariably a gay guy.

remember how i told you about brother's random drug confession to me the other day? well now he keeps asking if employers here require drug testing. that and he's been talking a lot of crazy lately. like the other day in the middle of conan he pulled out his guitar and started singing stupidly and then paused to demonstrate the lowest sound the guitar could make and how it was related to om and how that explained how the universe worked or something. i don't know if i should be more worried for his health or more saddened because it has taken him less than two months to cultivate such friendships in the neighbourhood while his sister who has been here much longer barely recognizes the neighbours. except the ones with the annoying kids who think we all live in sound proof apartments. anyway i tuned out halfway through his very strange conversation. that's the one cool thing about brother. you don't have to actually be listening for him to keep talking. he wont try to quiz you in the middle unlike mother who will, every couple of minutes.

for those of you who have been concerned for a while now about your favourite blogger's health and have recommended that she get laid, i will say this - i am trying. remember r? he would be, to refresh your memory the only hot boy at the office, the same one i was unsure whether it would be appropriate to have a crush on. now ONLY six months later, just when i might be transferring to a different location, i have decided that he is in fact totally crushable material and it would in fact be perfectly acceptable for us to *gasp* make out. so yeah to quote a famous dp contributor - i will be looking into the matter. [certain jokes you will only get if you are fortunate enough to have permission to the sicrit blog] anyway bm has very kindly offered me some advice on office flirting. i will be attempting to try some of it in the coming week. for your part you can pray to whatever god or restricted substance you pray to for some type of miracle. i wouldn't try jesus. for fairly obvious reasons he isn't talking to me. and for the record i was totally planning on going to church today but stuff came up.