people. places. so many. so little time.

you'd reckon that someone who spent all day looking @ puters talking about puters would hate their guts.

but that would be illogical cos they are inanimate objects right? purely illogical. kapitan.

corn. wall. where? oh, there...

so no thanks london and all thanks cornwall.

ouchee. wowee. zoweeeee. is that the sound of a red ass from all the sun bathing we were doing over the weekend? or maybe the response from on-lookers @ the site of the soft pinkish form of the rising moon-bryce emerging from the crystal if not slightly bracing cornish ocean.

thanks to said bryce and shipman for arranging to kidnap the hawke's from their comfy city life existence - first and last stop cornwall (not entirely true. i did see stonehenge. twice. although noone believed me the first time. doubting thomasssssss).

was unbelievably nice. nice house. nice watergate bay. nice beach for running over. nice cliffs for peeking over. nice kitsch holiday towns and rundown motels to be superior over. nice fish'n'chips to gorge ourselves over. won't divulge the price, suffice to say it was worth it.

and to be sharing my 32nd birthday with my chums and my alana @ the beach in sunny englund...(who wants to do a 33.33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 party with me? you can register @ www.halfthebeast.sa.t.an let me know how it goes)...such a treat. alana found an original fuzzy felt card. unreal. and i had 5 strippers, although they were a little molten (not in the right ways).

ohyeah. apparently there is surf in cornwall. dunno. waddya reckon? s'alright i guess.