I watched telly with a frog. A big, kinda beige coloured frog who obviously just wanted company and decided I could provide it. =) It sat on the seat next to me and in return for my (delightful) company, provided me with a completely unresponsive conversational partner. In other words.. I talked to a frog while watching the telly last night.

Ah.

Anyway, I don't think it was actually watching it, I mean do frogs like trashy American TV?

P.S. The ex called me this morning and wants to get together to 'talk'. I said yes, because it is on the way to a party I am going to tonight, but I think he is planning something. Am I a fool? I am trying my hardest to build up a good friendship with the guy, don't want to offend him. On the other hand, I don't want to leap into a slushy reunion. Mind you, if I've started talking to frogs maybe I need to get me a life. Especially when I start to write about it on the net. Oh piddle.

today's efforts

sleeping *****	exercising ***	veggie-ing ****
watering **	handwashing****	laughing ****

as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him ....what?

A super callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

today's efforts

sleeping *****	exercising ***	veggie-ing ****
watering **	handwashing ****	laughing ****