long live...

Weekends.
I don't care how much time off I have during the week, there's something exciting about weekends. Always. It comes to thursday night, and I instantly fill with joy at the prospect of the approaching weekend. Weekends are good. They're a time for being lazy purely because 'it's the weekend', a time to do whatever you want, without feeling guilt for spending your days procrastinating. Weekdays were made to work, weekends were made for fun.
What does my weekend entail this week, I hear you ask?
Ab-so-lutely nothing. This is good. This is very good. Aside from my knack for slotting words together to form wit and intelligence (sometimes), laziness is my favourite pastime. I excel at being lazy, doing absolutely nada is what I live for!
I also live for orange tango. All of the tangos are amazing, but orange is by far the best. I wonder if they sell orange tango in spain. I'd love to go there with the sole purpose of walking into a shop, looking a shop keeper dead in the eye and simply saying "Hola, un tango naranja, por favor" I'd give up a weekend of laziness for that! Now all I need is confirmation that orange tango is sold in spain, some money and a place to stay. And maybe a passport. That would probably come in handy. "My passport? Oh, I haven't got one. BUT YOU NEED TO LET ME GO..i want orange tango TANGO NARANJA, POR FAVOR!"...or something like that :)

I've had the worst toothache ever today. Well maybe not ever, I'm sure someone somewhere has suffered worse. If you're reading this: Hi, mouth sufferer, sorry for stealing your title! But yeah, my dentist and past dentist are both diabolical creatures. If you can't infact do things to benefit people in regards to their teeth, why are you sitting there claiming to be a dentist? Because you're a sorry excuse for a human who enjoy causing people pain, that's why!..or so I assume. They could just be lonely and in search of company. I don't know, I don't live in their brains.

I'd love to be a brain child. Like, an actual child that lives in a brain. Or maybe a brain post-teen, i've recently come to accept that my age is not something to mope about. After all, if I have a mid-life crisis at 21, then it could be a sign my future is quite bleak..and short. I want to live 'til atleast 101, just to reach triple figures, and then some.

Over and out :)