Saint Patricks Day

Tomorrow I'm going shopping for foodstuffs. I'll buy the corned beef, cabage, vegetables, and Irish soda bread. Tuesday morning I'll cook it.

Tuesday night, after work, I'll pick up the new girl I met on Saturday. We'll hop on my motorcycle and head downtown to the two most Irish bars on the island.

This is only happening if she calls me back. I sure do hope she calls me back. After all, the date was her idea.

We're going to get married and make 1,000 babies and live happily ever after in Japan. If she calls me back.

I'll probably try just being Irish for the day, but its not really the same without an Australian with a massive green hat hollering beside you.

fucking hell its tomorrow. and then my birthday on thursday. i better get fucking pissed.