Duck. Duck.

It may seem like a strange title for a blog post, but there is an old playground game called duck duck goose. I hope I don't have to explain the game to you as I don't technically know the rules myself but I know it involves running around. Yet again I am wandering off the blog writing path, but yeah all my friends are split into groups, 3 to be accurate, first we have the clan, a small group of females who mean more to me than time itself, we then have the crowd, the people who are so popular that they can befriend anyone however they chose to befriend me, and finally we have the others, it may seem like not the nicest way to describe them but its very apt, more friends out of association rather then because we hang out. Although the groups are totally different it is easy to switch between groups as all the groups are part of the gaggle. Gaggle is the name for a group of geese, and afer about two years of non goosing (if that can even be classed as a word) I have regained my goose. Knowing the type of people who will read this they will probably think of goose as some kind of innuendo and then giggle to themselves. I inform you GOOSE used to be one of my closest friends until I went into hiding.I go into hiding quite a bit now less then I used to but we all need to get away from everything every now and again. So yeah I have refound my GOOSE, you're probably thinking "why does he keep writing goose in green?" but there is a simple answer to it and that answer is its her fave colour, and she has the most wickedbonny green eyes. Ha thats narrowed it down for you to try and work out who it is now, she'll know that I mean her. I keep referring to my goose as a her because I haven't asked her if she minds me using her name in this random assortment of words that I call a blog.

So yeah well ermm..... I feel I have waffled on too long already so all I want to conclude with is GOOSE, its good to have you back in my life, the clan always feels different when your not in it.