C'mon Ballistic - whats a handsome charmer like you doing depriving the british girls on a friday night by staying home with a newky brown?
Well... I've had a really tough week at work, made harder by feeling awful after a poker session mid week, come home on Friday, tired, knackered. I sit down. Reflect. I'm feeling in a contemplative mood, you might call "depressed", but it's not depressed, more kind of I wanna sink into my reclining chair, drink beer and not call anyone up. I have some really great music playing, and it's safer in my head than out "there". I am supposed to have a date with a hot bird next Friday, but she's called it off once already, and to be honest... sex can be great but relationships can be so disappointing anyway.
And I can't wait!!!!! I want everyone to party with me that night!