Is it still Sunday tomorrow? Cuz if it isn't, I'm in deep shit for getting up and going to that thing, you know, the thing that's not lying in bed till midday. Oh yeah WORK, that's it.
When Facebook offers me friends, it makes a big difference whether they're rugged guys with beards an shit, or <Barry White>pret-ty lay-dies!</Barry White>. I know that's Oh so wrong, but tell me it's not really all that wrong. It's only because I is a dude, right? It's not as bad as war crimes an shit, can we agree on that!?
I wish Facebook had keyboard shortcuts. I hate being gone all day, reading all the way to the bottom, then having to scroll back up like it was 1996 or something. I lose like seconds of my life every time that happens, and trust me, as a guy who's older than Michael Jackson was when he died, seconds are no longer too small a unit to care about.
FB is giving me a bunch of friend suggestions today of people who are all really good-looking, men and women. Not that youse guys aren't all super-hot and beeldschoon in your own way, but I hardly know who to choose. Trouble is, I don't know any of them. What to do? What's the etiquette?
Dear Americans, Enjoy your independence while you have it. Just don't think you can come crawling back when it all blows up in your face. Yours, the King.
For those of you who were concerned at my Exki cake Jones, today my boy and I managed to carve two good notches in the erm table-leg. I still have a mountain to climb, but we take it one day at a time. BUT: only just over a week to establish my dominance. Are there Exkis in Zeeland? I think not, but it wouldn't surprise me.
Seeking tips on interesting cold cases in Flanders. Any suggestions welcome. I think I have the main ones: De Vleeschauwer, Van Uytsel, Lieve Desmet. Any other ideas?