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oh hai there, chirsty, whaddya know?

well, chirsty, thanks for asking. i know plenty of things.

yeah chirst? like what?

well, chirsty, as you know i'm on holiday. and my days follow a rigidly structured pattern that leaves no room for spontaneity whatsoever. just like my real life.

chirst, that's a lie. as you and i both well know.

ok, chirst, you caught me. i've been up to the usual, which leaves plenty of room for improvisation in the planning arena.

ah so, chirst. like what?

well, chirst, i like to get up between about 0930 and 10ish. then i have a play on teh interwebs for a while, eat some breakfast in front of MASH, and then i like to ride my bike in the sun for an hour or so. today i rode from avondale through the bexley wetlands, out to south brighton and all the way along marine parade to the sculpture garden and back. i'm getting very tanned and outdoorsy-athletic looking. then i like to venture out of the house for the afternoon, but i have to make sure i'm armed with google map instructions for every eventuality i might want to navigate. i learned the hard way last week when i got lost coming back from the palms mall and ended up so very very lost. with no map. or sense of direction in my pretty little head. thus i had to make my way out to the airport and follow my only directions back to home base from there. it was a sad time in the life of the chirsty indeed, for there were cream filled delights waiting in the boot to be consumed. but all was well that ended well, because cream filled raspberry buns can make anything ok in the end.

that's pretty good holiday living there, chirst. anything else happening up in chirstchurch for you lately?

well, chirst, funny you should mention it. i DID go on a date last night.

really, chirst? a date in chirstchurch with a chirstchurch boy? you sure do go on a lot of dates, lady.

hush it chirst. that kind of talk wears on a chirst's last nerve.

sorry chirst. how was it, anyway?

it was fun, chirst. it was pretty good, actually.

and, chirst?

nup. that's all you're getting, chirsty. so there.

pttsssssssschhhhhh, chirsty.

oh shoosh it yourself, chirst. it's bikini weather here, and i'm going to lie out in the sun and read "the thorn birds" because my brain is on vacay too. so, ciao.

ok, chirsty, ciao.