turn it off...TURN IT OFF!

Don't water your dead grass in the middle of the day. You know why it's dead? Cause we're in a fucking drought you dickweed mofo. You can't stand there with a fag in your mouth watering dirt. DIRT! What a fucking stupid thing to do. And don't even think about smiling at me when I walk past your garden scowling. I should pick up that rock and throw it at your fat head. Turn off your fucking hose. And get a fucking job. And for the love of god, put on a damn shirt.

my week in review

Wasn't feeling like I had much to say lately, not like much has happened. But let me fill you in...

I got a payrise. 48c an hour. It all adds up in the end, right?!

I received an angry letter from telstra demanding money although I have already paid my phone bill in full, thanks to my payrise.

A friend of mine had a party on a Sunday afternoon. She lives in a townhouse on a golf course. I got drunk and ended up cheering all the golfers occassionally yelling out "BUT MR GILMORE - I'M YOUR CADDY!!!" and "JACKASS!". It began to rain so we decided to go out. Bizzare logic right? I broke my shoe, found 50c on the floor, told the bartender he was beautiful and touched his hair and got flustered when a friend thought she saw my uni crush....Ah, the uni crush...will get to that shortly.

Our dear friends B and D left for London. But before they did, we went out to the Orient Hotel for a punk gig. I went home with B early as we had to be at the airport only 5 hours from then. Damo called me about 2 hours after we got home from N's phone saying "Tiiiiinaaaa, I fuukiiiing losssst maaaaaa phoooooonnnne. This shiiit is fuuuuck.". So after a short conversation, B and I decided to go on a final adventure. I had next to no fuel in my car and we wanted to see how far we could get into town before it ran out of petrol...B in a bathrobe and I with no pants. It seemed funny at the time. We got all the way in there, picked up Damo and drove all the way home with no troubles. We got home, had a glass of water, put some clothes on and then left for the airport - stopping once to pee and get petrol. May they have a wonderful trip and come back to me safely with lollies.

I went to Ikea. Damo and I had a million dollar day. This is one of our strange games we play to keep our lives from getting too dull. We pretend we have one to three million dollars - depending if we want to go look at display homes - and we go out, to all the awesome furniture stores and art galleries and "spend" the money to furnish an empty house. Stoopid I know. It amuses my small brain and gets Damo away from the playstation.

Ok...the uni crush...may see him today. Haven't seen him in a while. Could see him tomorrow. I like this guy - love Damien with all my heart. I'm not a whore. It's just after 4 years, a bit of flirting is fun. May leave it for my next post...

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Missing class again. Not in the mood to listen. Yes, I am letting my friend down, but I don't really care. He stole my chupa chup over the weekend.

Saturday night - got drunk on Canadian Club with a few friends to farewell Damo's best friends - B and D. They are leaving for London on Sunday. Life will be very boring. Sang and danced in my head. Feeling so lazy. Painted my toenails red. Thought it would make me feel better but it hasn't kicked in yet. I must say though, they look mighty fine.

So this scooter...Damo's dad listens to the radio. He enters a few competitions...but not like those crazy competition people who clip magazines and spend $50 on postage stamps every week. Last week, he won a box of CDs from triple m. Not just any box - this box was three times the size of my head. Later last week, he got another call from triple m saying he's a finalist in a competition - first prize a scooter, second prize, a recordable dvd player. Needless to say, he won the scooter. Hurah for me. He has no use for it you see, he is in a wheelchair. It gets delivered on thursday. I'm so excited. It's silver. I will post pictures up once I have it.

I don't even know why I posted today - it is just me procrastinating again. I confess, I am a boring person. I don't have anything to write about - I go about my life seeing, reading and hearing great things that I could post about but when it comes down to it, I simply forget what they were. I need a little notepad. With a mini pencil.

check it...

Hey all...in a little rush, but wanted to quickly show you all my new ride. Nice, right? Yeah. Thought so. Will tell the story of how this came about soon - just so you all know, I have wanted one of these babies since I was 15. Any suggestions for names?