Rapscallion

Yeah, this one’s plagued me for a while. I’m just gonna need some (IE lots) of alcohol and a perfect guise, might dress like Henry Boggart just to confuse her, than I’ll slip the tongue and she’ll realise – “wow, this guy really is what I need!”, and we shall be together for a long time. I’m not gonna say she’s the one or any rubbish like that, I just know that she’s EXACTLY what I need right now.

POP! Not the Boggart dream again! Sigh…

I’m sitting here today with the hangover to end all hangovers – I’m talking the kind of hangover when you know you’ve done something wrong the night before, like ringing girls or throwing stuff over fences but you can’t quite remember which fence in the morning. But despite my illness and bad behaviour the title of this one really made me smile.

But probably just on the surface.

There’s nothing stopping me, nothing at all, I’m just this lazyboy who much prefers talking to people on MSN about woe and music and all that jazz than being out and learning about life. But with an army of 27 behind me, supporting me all the way I’ll get out of this bastardized hole of rubbishyness and get out and explore the world.

Hell, I might even find what I’m looking for along the way. Two birds – one stone.