my left shoe lace keep on coming undone. over multiple shoes.
phwoar. busy to the max. work is flat forkin straps. as long as the times flys up to the 3rd of april, then im happy. its gonna be well wicked. lickety split. the punsihment of my purse continues, a new 68 cm monolith tv is a new member of the haus family. by the way, the new arrangement is brilliant. the traffic aint that bad. plus with phat trance sets and kickin tech tracks, the 40 minute drive is great. i’m just waitin for my boom boxen to come back from the repairers, and then we’ll be in a land of lush bass styles and massive sounds at home and on the road.
home. a weekend at home sounds great. just doing nada and spending nada dinero. por favor. hasta luego putas!
i love the electric vibe of a friday. drivin home. you know its the weekend and just want to eat it all up like its a huge juicy piece of mud cake. oh my.
i eat your dog.
what is this place? shit it’s work. yesterday was training. learning to use the internet. oh my. if it wasn’t for the fair russian temptress in the corner, i don’t think i would have made it through the day. i had the afternoon off and wandered through the city. the fuckers at subway didnt give me my stamps.
i’ve been with my current hairdresser for about 18 months now. but ive been seeing other hairdressers on the side. right under her nose in the same salon. i’ve found someone else, i’m sorry. i’m moving on.
another weekend of nothing. going no where. mabey it’s for the best.
I’ve been pressing on in this veritable desert of singularity. I think I may soon go mad with thirst, or mabey I already have. Was I mad even before I set out? What makes it worse, is you never know when the next oasis will appear on the horizon. just keep swimming. dear lord i have gone mad.
All I know is my neck is fucking sore. I have a real bad headache, and it’s pissing me off. i made the special effort to get to the southbank cinemas, with their beautifully comfortable seats. mabey it’s just the stress of modern day living. i want to find a quiet little niche where everything is easy. mabey i’ll just fuck uni off and move out into the western subourbs, work in a canned food factory, vote labour and drink premixed bourbon drinks.
no, i’ll finish my degree and continue with this wierd, lost, goaless lifestyle where the only thing that matters is your sales figures and what you’re gonna do on the weekend. when you’re going nowhere, it doesn’t matter which fucking road you’re on, you’re still going nowhere.
fuck you, you fucking bitch. that’s not how you deal with people. fuck you.
3rd of april @ family to celebrate my day of birth. towns people rejoice.
oh my!
workin. bday plans have fallen thru. was planning a 2bd condo on main beach, but no availibility this close in. lookin at may. movin to slip’s on monday. cheap rent, close to valley, bad for traffic on the way home from work. so much to discuss, but not enough time and no interweb.