Today's blog is all about getDare. I know, it's wierd, right? Imagine Maggy, blogging on GD... About GD... He must be high.

Seriously, though. After my previous rage-esque blog post I think I should probably write this rubbish down so it can gather some dust awayyy from Maggy's mind.

The first thing I want to talk about is this stupid argument I got dragged into. It was totally pointless, so I'm not going to bore you with the details, I just have a couple of points to make....

I really love my little cousins but... wheeew boy, they drive me crazy. "Mashewww, can I hab sumfinks out the draaawer" "Maaashewwww, wacha doing on juur puuuter?" "Maaaashew" "Yes Beth?" "I luuuubs youu" "Thank you, Beth, I love you too." "Uncle Maggy?" "Yes, Owen?" "I love you too." "Thank you, Owen. I love you, too." "So can I have something out the drawer?" -.-; I'm being bribed with love....

While Maggy dons his skirt and makes his hair all bright and shiney, and when people arn't busy killing him for it, they tend to ask alot of strange questions.

As has been established by transvestites across the world, we are not, necessarily gay. The occurance of a gay transvestite is what we like to refer to as "coincidence" and, I can tell you, a gay transvestite is less common than a straight one. Discounting drag queens, of course, who are not transvestites for reasons that...

Ok, Maggy needs to rant. Maggy really needs to rant and he's not about to violate the getDare forums with this kind of raging so I'm going to let it out here, on my own blog. DO NOT READ if you're liable to find hatefull comments and rude language offensive, irritating, unsuitable. If you know you're the person I'm aiming this at, please don't read. I'm hating you here. Yes, hating you. In words. In a blog. With the kind of hate that only you could pull out of someone. I am actually putting. In words....

This memory of mine always brings a smile to my face and, eventually, sends me into fits of giggles.

I was staying at a backpackers in Wellington known as the "Base Hostel." For anyone that's ever been to Wellington, the Base Hostel is located just across the road from the Pack 'n' Save at the water, just on the corner of Cambridge Tce. I'd been staying here a couple of days and because I'd been staying alone, I hadn't made any friends at the hostel yet. Of course, that usually...

So I went back to Livi today. I wanted to thank that lovely girl for cheering me up yesterday, so I bought a bunch of flowers, a card and a tub of strawberries.

I don't think she realised they were for her at first. She complimented me on how much happier I was today and how much healthier I looked. I told her it was all thanks to her and I pretty much owe her my happiness.

Then I handed her the flowers, the card and the strawberries, at which point she wobbled on her knees...

I woke up at around 9am this morning to attend a job interview with an optitians in Livingstone (about an hour away from my home if I take the bus from the stop about 20 minutes away from my house) and I had some pretty high hopes. The people at Specsavers seemed rather excited when they called to give me the interview and, though it was a little windy, the sun was out and it looked like today would go without a hitch.

So, I stuck on my shirt and tie, donned my favorite cologne (blue jeans...