Here we go

So it's time. Nearly back in Grahamstown, G-Funk, Jazzy-fizzle, G-Jelly, call it what you will. I, for one am excited. Sure, don't get me wrong, I love being at home with my old friends and parents and what-have-you, but living away from home simply cannot be beat.

No one says, "Get off your paddon-ka-donk and do something," or "Why are you so drunk? God, Julien, it's 4 am and you stumble in and piss on the front stoep!" (That last one has not yet happened).

But, for me one of the major downsides to living alone is that you have to buy everything yourself. You can't just rock down to the fridge and drink Coke out of the bottle. The closest to that I get is a sip of hot, stinky, dirty water from the tap. Bleh. But, as they say, every fork has it's prong. (Well, thats not really a saying... yet)

So, let us hope that the world favours me this year...

Y'all should see some good picks and some other lovely things from me in the next little while...

much lurve