and then tom cruise arrived in a spaceship and led me towards the light.

this morning i sat down to write a blog post, yet i was unable to come up with anything i could be bothered writing about.

i thought about writing about my office christmas party, at which i coerced all my colleagues into playing juvenile drinking games, and then spent half an hour telling someone i work with how very much i want to make the hot sex with him.

but considering that some of my coworkers read my blog, i don't think that would be a very good idea.

so then i dabbled with the idea of writing about how i have been such a scatterbrain this weekend - possibly as a direct result of the aforementioned drinking games - that i have left my phone in not one, not two, but three separate establishments.

but that's kind of a boring story.

and then various stories of french cricket-playing and flatmate dry-humping (for funnies) and aquarium-visiting came to mind but all were deemed inadmissible by my sun-stroked brain.

i was at a loss.

until something happened. something amazing. something so blogworthy it almost hurts.

i got into a cab in my mad rush to track down my oft-misplaced phone, and the bucktoothed, presumably perma-erectioned driver actually tried to sell me this:























how wrong is that?






aren't you glad i blogged today?