THE GIFT!!!
a very awesome book that instructs upon the topic of making the rudimentary&mundane fantastic&fetching! i.e., a coffeetable from phonebooks. i.e.pt2, a coatrack from empty laundry detergent bottles.
said-book also contained a slip of paper that entitles me to one trip to the UK with the barkeep later this spring. we're still duking it out over london or manchester.

15.januari: i do fuckall.

16.januari: i work the wake&bake shift. i leave early. the barkeep and i drive down to st. peter in order to play bartrivia and stay at my mum's emptyhouse [whilst she's stuck in hurricanesque sweden]. sistersister happens to make the trip to mum's as well which dashed all plans of loudsex and replaced it with obnoxious cardgames and heavy-poured vodka tonics.

17.januari: we waste the day with smalltown greasy-spoons and spending the 50dollar giftcertificate to the best woolshoppe on the face of the earth. we return to the metro only to buy 12 or so dvds between us. we decide we probably can't ever leave the [his] house [flat] again.

18.januari: the barkeep runs off to work whilst i fight the temptation to watch the newly-procured Doctor Who: Season Two. end up knitting him a scarf and watching The Descent. also decide never to go spelunking in Tennessee.

19.januari: we both work. we both go to a party. sistersister tags along. the night ends in heavy drinking and the emptypromise of parlour games.

20.januari: i'm off to work in the wee hours of the latemorning/early beforenoon. my ipod shuffles in "Too Drunk to Fuck" a la Nouvelle Vague... o, its lagged-clairvoyance!
i opt out of working a full cookie-bitch shift in order to return to the naked barkeep... not for sex... cos Doctor Who: Season Two was WAY more important.

21.januari: there's nothing remotely interesting to add. work sucked. it snowed. and i have to sleep in my own bed, in my own home, by my own alone self for the next two nights...