i forgot to tell y'all 'bout saturday. i think. maybe i did, but i forgot about the dvd thing. anyway, we were all standing outside woolworths and these two girls ran up to me and asked me how old i am, to which my internal response was quite inevitably, "WHAT THE FUCK!?" turns out they tried to buy a copy of pulp fiction in woolies, but the sales bastard wouldn't sell it to them because they aren't 18. i look kinda old, so they wanted me to get it. so i went in and got them their dvds (there were other dvds involved, but it was easier for me to get 'em all at once, well, only two, but fuck it). i only got one of their names, she's amy and south african like me, wooooo, but with a boyfriend. we kinda concluded that the other one was unattached, but i didn't even get her name, let alone other details. then john was kickin' me for not getting her number or anything. oh well. life is shit and then you die. wait, what was the question? : P