Overheard at the Y on the Park, 6/02/04
That looks like you're reading, not making an entry. And you're just reading rubbish like Angel spoilers. Make an entry or I will tell them about the whole no-pants thing...
You see the kind of thing I have to put up with? There I am, lazing about on the internet before dinner, doing no harm to anyone, and spoiling myself good and proper for Angel and along she comes: 'make an entry! Amuse me!'
Well, there will be no blackmail any more. Yes, I went to the beach today and I went in the sea in only knickers and a T-shirt because I didn't bring the cossie. No pants! No pants at all! There. I've outed myself. Sometimes, I don't wear pants in the sea. It's a sickness.
We had a lovely day today -- took the bus out to Bondi, which was lovely because it was a Friday, 91F and pretty much quiet. It's a long smile of thick golden sand, bracketed by beautiful headlands, with roaring waves that hurtle into the beach. We dallied there for a while, then walked around the headland to Bronte Beach, which is less touristy and has even more crashy waves.
I went in the sea (IN NO PANTS, ONLY KNICKERS) and got tipped onto my arse by the power of the waves at least 10 times, but it was fun. We also had the best breakfasty stuff I have ever tasted at a little caff called Jenny's.
And now I am running out of time and my friend, who is sitting next to me, is shouting "type faster" in the manner of a galley master so I shall sign off before it goes poooof. Arrivederci, mes amis