Silence is for mimes

Due to overwhelming comment (thank you Secret Agent Girl), the silence has ended. Well, not really. I have a headache. And therefore, cannot think of anything funny or remotely interesting. Really.

Basically, it's been a boring, domestic kinda week. Does anyone wanna hear how I managed to vacuum the loft in record time? Or how I'm always stepping on the cats? Ew, and how I just remembered that the kitty litter needs changing?
Yup, I am living a wild child life.

Though I must admit that I'm all excited at the prospect of going away for the weekend. Montreal will never be the same once I'm done with it (insert 70's porn bass line here).
I hope to drink enough to get into the Guiness Book of Records. Twice. And maybe grope a stripper or two, a la the Affleck. Buah ha ha.
Watch for me on the six o'clock news, yo.