Pot, work, rain, lesbians, Toby is not a happy bunny

We sat up late last night eating nacho's and pizza-
"it's the wrong sort.. oh, but never mind, how about we just pick out the chicken and those funny green bits?"
and fruit pastels-
"I don't like the black ones, does anybody like the black ones?"
and watched old tapes-
"which way round do you put it in the player?"
It took us a while to figure out how to work the video player, but it worked out fine thanks to handy dandy lesbian housmates; and then we watched about five straight hours of Queer as Folk US.

I hate it, I really do, but I'd forgotten just how much.

The UK version, on the other hand... I love Aidan Gillen, which might help.

Mmm. Now, where was I?

I think I drifted off for a while during one of the tours of Babylon's backroom, and woke up to find lovely lesbian housemates, um, cuddling. Averting my eyes sharpish (I love housemate A but housemate B isn't exactly my favourite person in the world. And I'm not, as such, that way inclined- lesbians don't exactly do anything for me) I crawled off to bed, Action-man like, on my belly, and hid in my room for the remainder of the night armed with a flat bottle of lemonade and half a packet of fruit pastels.

So go me, more fool them- I'd choose fruit pastels over sex any day.

Well, almost. Certainly over girl sex.

Anyway, then I found a couple of cans of beer under the bed; and woke up this morning with the imprint of a shoelace on my cheek, a sweet still in my mouth-
"my, how very attractive!", (Said in best game-show host voice; that's what my thought process sounds like. Unbearably chipper, especially when hungover.)
and cuddled up to the kettle, in what may or may not have been an aborted attempt at making a hot water bottle.
I lie still for a moment longer, ignoring the throbbing pain in my head, the sweet congealing in my mouth and the trainer in unfortunate proximity to my head, trying to remember what woke me.

"Toby!" A voice called through from the kitchen, "have you seen the kettle?"

Don't you just hate chipper people?

T x