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A little Disturbed... [04 Sep 2008|10:06am]
[ mood | high ]

So during the last week or two I have been feeling rather melancholy, which is unusual, as these rahter dubious feelings only usually last a day or even less with me. Yet this perpetual bad mood has haunted me for nearly a fortnight. I really didn't know what to do about it, but last night proved to be rewarding. All I needed was live music. Who knew? The last concert I saw was KoRn back in the start of April. It is now September... A wait that is clearly too long. I felt more revitalsied & energised AFTER the mosh pit rather than before. The crowd were FUN! Apart from the fact that I saw ACTUAL skinheads & two of the loser actors from Home & Away who were all metalled up in Anthrax shirts (which did make me laugh), the crowd were crazy but not fuckwits, which is always a bonus. Behind Crimson Eyes really should support someone like My Chemical Romance as opposed to Disturbed. Same goes for P.O.D. Now apparantly it is just me who thinks this band is just a joke? There back drop was a Zeus-like representation of Christ, which I loathed, & the lead singer kept turning & sort of bowing before it & reaching his hands up into the air. Nup. The only person in the band with any real talent for making metal music is the drummer. They are just a power chord factory. They then tried to play a punk rock song with double kicks & it was just hideous. It sounded like Ruby had gotten into the saucepan cupboard in the kitchen. The singer strained his voice sooo much it was breaking. I had the most sarcastic look on my face as people were trying to mosh. Their only semi-decent song 'Youth of the Nation' sounds shithouse live, which is always the hallmark of a bad band. It is only then you realise just how much mixing has gone on during production.

Anyway, the other support band, Alter Bridge, were amazing old school metal which I really enjoyed. I will need to find their CD for purchase. They remind me of a heavier version of The Tea Party... well sort of not really.

Then Disturbed. I mean if I had an army, I would want David Draiman to lead it (along with Till Lindeman naturally). The man has such a compelling voice & stage presence you cannot help but agree with whatever he says. Plus he loves Australia which is a bonus. The played 'Rise' & I went fucking nuts. 'Land of Confusion', 'Just Stop', 'Stupified' & 'Inside The Fire' plus 'Indestructable' were amazing. Of course 'Down with the Sickness' close the show & it just went off like a frog in a sock. Some good improv stuff too from the dummer & guitarist. I really wanted to hear 'Conflict' but alas, it did not appear. But they had a great mix of old & new which I think is so imperative for a good show.

Wow, can you tell I am really inspired? I also saw Michael Patterson in the crowd who was off his head, which I found entertaining. Also heaps of parents took their 10 year old kids who were rocking out on their shoulders. Awesome. If anyone reads this before tonight get yourself to the Newcastle show & prepare yourself. Amazing.

It feels good to write again.

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Did you know about this?!?!?! [15 Jul 2008|11:44pm]
[ mood | amazed!!! ]

Um, I passed uni. I got all credits.

This is not possible. I attended minimal classes, missed the first two weeks due to my sisters wedding. Missed the whole week after Mardi Gras as I was a corpse... I did not read major texts, handed in assignments two weeks late. One for Ancient History I did not hand in at all. That was the subject I scored highest in. This doesn't make any sense at all.

Perhaps my drunken lifestyle really isn't all that damaging after all. Turns out it also paid off to prepare for my exams by watching the fifth season of Oz. That or people at USYD are really fucking stupid. There must be some serious downerage for this miraculous event to have occured.

Meanwhile, trying to sort out my subjects for next semester, I have to do 5 to make up for the Shakespeare debacle of 2006. So I am doing 3 English subjects, 1 ancient history & 1 music one... so of course the timetable gods are shitting all over me. I may need to accost James Barrow on a day that see's me start at 10am & finish at 7pm... with a FOUR HOUR GAP in the middle. All I can really forsee is massive sessions at Manning to fill in the time.

Seals & other aquatic beasts of pleasure!

Bitch here

[14 May 2008|11:18am]
[ mood | lazy ]

I have entitled my essay 'Keeping Up Appearances'.

Now all I need to do is fit a Hiacynth Bucket quote in there somewhere... Surely there are medieval links there somewhere!

"Oh it's just my sister Violet on the phone! You know the one who drives the mercedes and owns the house with a swimming pool & room for a pony?!"

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[06 May 2008|07:46pm]
[ mood | sick ]

Today my class notes for Arthurian Literature consisted of 'www.boring.com'. Seriously.

If I hear another badly articulated comment laden with ignorance & stupidity I swear I am going to murder someone.

This is why I have no friends at uni, because I hate everyone... & to make things worse I am el sicko.

Someone write my Sir Gawain & The Green Knight essay for me.

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[28 Apr 2008|01:20pm]
[ mood | cold ]

Hardly education
All them books I didn't read
They just sat there on my shelf
Looking much smarter than me

Bitch here

Someday You Will Die Somehow & Something's Gonna Steal Your Carbon. [26 Apr 2008|11:33pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

Well. Another day, another failed piece of technology. I mean it's not like I really need a car at all... It is having the exact same problems as it did before I went to Queensland, & broke down on my way home from work at 11pm. Amazing. Almost as amazing as the possibility of my lazy mechanic doing business on a Sunday. Double amazing. This poses questions of how I am going to transport myself to uni this coming week. It also poses the question of how am I going to pay for said repairs with the exorbenant amount of $106.02 in my bank account, along with looming phone & elecricity bills. Perhaps driving through the flood water did some damage, but I mean, it wasn't like I needed food or anything.

Just a warning for all your people still living with your parents. Parents are magic, these things do not occur when you live at home. You do no see all the behind the scenes work. I now realise the value of my Mother being omnipresent, & also the fact that she had a real job that paid real money.




Absofuckenlutely not.

Bitch here

Arrogance? Surely not! [22 Apr 2008|10:45am]
[ mood | blah ]


My Personality

Neuroticism
17
Extraversion
80
Openness to Experience
94
Agreeableness
35
Conscientiousness
16
You are a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You lead a leisurely and relaxed life. You would prefer to sit back and smell the roses than indulge in high energy activities. Generally you are not considered to be an emotional person, however you are aware of and in touch with your emotions. You are mostly a compassionate person, however you prefer to make objective judgments when possible, however you feel superior to those around you and sometimes tend to be seen as arrogant by other people. You take your time when making decisions and will deliberate on all the possible consequences and alternatives.

Take a Personality Test now or view the full Personality Report.

The best Ugg Boots.

Bitch here

I will never have nice things. [19 Apr 2008|12:45am]
[ mood | stressed ]

I cannot believe how technologically inept I am. I am having a fucking meltdown. After many many frustrations I have got my computer back, & with a stolen monitor from Justin it is working. But because I am such a fucking dumb bitch I cannot figure out how to get all my backed up files to work on the new hard drive. Oh I lie, I managed to get the DVD decrypter to work. I can't get the DVD player, LimeWire or anything of value to work. So I tried to download them - in this venture I did manage to get iTunes though which loads all its own shit which is creature amazing. Score one for crApple. I tried downloading another bunch of dvd player things, all to NO avail!! They are all either superfluous fake shit or just do not play dvds at all!!!! Now I have probably given my computer GAIDS again. I fucking hate being at such a loss with things, it annoys me that I have to rely on my friends to load a fucking programme. Next thing I won't be able to play Age of Empires. Then there will be murder.

But on a serious note, I am so frustrated. All I want to do is be fat & watch a dvd, is that so much to ask? Apparantly so. Here is my useless piece of shit computer that has run worse than a collins class submarine for the vast majority of its life & I still pour money into. Curse technology. What am I going to be like in the future when vacuum cleaners & fridges run the household. I will become a hermit & the only form of communication I will be able to use is a tin can with a piece of string. Even Ruby will have fast speed broadband & I will still be discovering fire. I am such a burden to society. Even nerd losers in Gosford think I'm a joke. You know you have a bad day when you let a wierdo with a Star Trek voyager gold pendant upset you. What a bunch of egotistical cunts. I bet they couldn't tell me about the Roman civil wars or Sulla's proscriptions if their life depended on it. A fatwa on CUP computers!

My life of unorganised chaos which I once found charming & somewhat quirky is now bordering on extreme unhappiness, frustration & disappointment.

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www.heinous.com [17 Apr 2008|12:34pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

Well after picking up my comuter from weeks of being fixed (which cost $308) it turns out my moniter is also broken. What the fuck?? My cordless phone is also fucked after only being bought 4 months ago. & instead of the warranty entitling me to a new one, it is getting repaired which will take a month.

I hate my life.

& to top it all off I am pretty sure David Silveria will not be drumming for KoRn on Saturday night... absolutely not.

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"Hey! Old man, buy me & my friend a drink!!!" [31 Mar 2008|12:02am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

www.boring.com/losers

How boring & repetitive is the internet these days? About 40.

V Festival was fun times. Midnight Shift was rank & disgusting so it lived up to all expectations. Although two hours sleep after a straight 24 hours of being on the go & in the same shoes & socks is not the best idea I have ever had. Shame really. Uni tomorrow.

Ha ha.

Bitch here

Smashed Pumpkins [28 Mar 2008|02:13am]
[ mood | impressed ]

Well tonight I saw a bald man wail on guitar for well over 2 hours whilst wearing a full length skirt made out of tin foil & a car sun protector. It was creature amazing famous... & finally, after my 7 or so years of concerting I managed to secure my first piece of live music paraphenalia... Billy Corgan's pick! It has the 'O' written on it from their famous 'Zero' inscription thingy. Famous.

The concert was amazing. Stand out songs were Cherub Rock, The Everlasting Gaze, American Dream, Bring The Light & of course the likes of Today, Bullet With Butterfly Wings & acoustic versions of Perfect & 1979. The improv crazy metal rockness of the show was just fantastic, even if the crowd was a little boring & lame. Anyway, it is now quite late & I am at the Lawler abode crashing on their lounge. That hideous show 'That's so Raven' is on & she has a boyfriend called Devon... pronounced De-Von. That is just too much for me to handle at this hour.

Cannot wait for the V Festival on Saturday when I shall see Pumpkins again & hopefully they will play Zero & something off Adore!!!

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Cicero sure could turn a phrase... What a saucy minx. [17 Mar 2008|01:37pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Cicero Pro Roscio Amerino

Moreover, consider now, O judges, the other matters, that you may see that no crime can be imagined with which that fellow has not disgraced himself. In less important matters, to deceive one’s partner is a most shameful thing, and equally base with that which I have mentioned before. And rightly; because he who has communicated an affair to another thinks that he has procured assistance for himself. To whose good faith, then, shall a man have recourse who is injured by the want of faith in the man whom he has trusted? But these offences are to be punished with the greatest severity which are guarded against with the greatest difficulty. We can be reserved towards strangers; intimate friends must see many things more openly; but how can we guard against a companion? for even to be afraid of him is to do violence to the rights of duty. Our ancestors therefore rightly thought that he who had deceived his companion ought not to be considered in the number of good men. But Titus Roscius did not deceive one friend alone in a money matter, (which, although it be a grave offence, still appears possible in some degree to be borne) but he led on, cajoled, and deserted nine most honourable men, betrayed them to their adversaries, and deceived them with every circumstance of fraud and perfidy. They who could suspect nothing of his wickedness, ought not to have been afraid of the partner of their duties; they did not see his malice, they trusted his false speech. Therefore these most honourable men are now, on account of his treachery, thought to have been incautious and improvident. He who was at the beginning a traitor, then a deserter--who at first reported the counsels of his companions to their adversaries, and then entered into a confederacy with the adversaries themselves, even now terrifies us, and threatens us, adorned with his three farms, that is, with the prizes of his wickedness.


Ha ha. I love how not only do I find myself particularly hiliarious, but the situation as a whole, in all of its farcical & absurd glory.
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Drinking + Dooralong = Destruction [24 Feb 2008|01:55am]
[ mood | drained ]

Tonight I had the Taylor touch. Despite being at work since 3pm & just getting home now at this wretched hour & having to get up in about 6 hours to go to an all day festival I now have two drunk bogans passed out in my house. Well Merchant is in his car, but the evidence of his presence in my house is unmistakable.

Let me start from the beginning. During what was possibly one of the most boring, tedious & agonising of weddings tonight I ventured over to the pub so stock up on soft drink & Kurt & Merchant are drinking up a storm. No real headline there. Later on I ventured back to get a broom & they were outside causing a ruckus as usual. General diving into the garden, pissing in the bushes, yelling random sayings, breaking light fixtures etc. After being refused service & being actually locked out of the pub away from the other guests I tried to convince them to go home. Alas they would not, insisting that I HI 5 them for SEXY TIME! Although somewhat amusing & also that it provided me with many hilarious photos of Merchant on the ground & sifting through the bushes for his wallet it is kind of annoying when you are trying to work. I left them & resumed my duties of cleaning up filth. Kurt then enters through the back door of the function centre proclaiming his undying fidelity to me. Ushering him away from other resort employees I eventually convince them to go home, although somewhat worried that they had to drive.

Anyway I pack up the rest of the shit with in our crappy work car with crappy tools & just general shitness... I have a video of our clean up to prove just how poor our work is. Went back to the restaurant to count money etc, have a beer & bitch about customers. On arrival home I see Merchants ute parked in my carport. Well I though, at least they didn't drive home. Then I see the rubbish that was left over from my birthday party that didn't fit in the bin that I had stashed away in a trolley is all over my lawn, along with the upturned trolley. The side gate is wide open & my stuffed pigs are on the lawn. I come inside & the door is also open, my iron & ironing board has been knocked down, consequently leaking the water everywhere. The spray & wipe bottle had the squirter removed & is now empty. My posters were on the ground, recently washed clothes thrown on the lounge... & Kurt's dirty thongs strewn about. Then I go into my room & Kurt is passed out in my unmade bed. Dirt & grass & filth from the pub garden is all over my mattress & it will not come off. I mean really... I wasn't even fucking home. What is Dooralong. It took me ages to get him out into the spare bed & he kept talking like Borat & saying that he like me. Merchant is screwed up on the front seat of his ute so I have comfort in the fact that he will wake up in the morning feeling like a rape victim with a terminal case of polio.

Oh jesus, now Borat - You Be My Wife just came on iTunes. This clearly is a little too hideous of a coincidence. I'm going to go & vacuum my bed, shower, & dispose of two corpses into my dam.

I've got the Taylor touch, everything I touch turns to shit.

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Music, pennies & gowns. [19 Feb 2008|02:13pm]
[ mood | okay ]

So who wants to attend the V Festival with me? It is on March 29th & The Smashing Pumpkins, Duran Duran, Modest Mouse, Queens Of The Stoneage, Air, The Presets, Hot Hot Heat, Roisin Murphy, The Rakes & Glass Candy plus a few more are playing... what an amAzing line up I say! The problem is that the tickets are $130 each & I lack a credit card buy such things with... They have been on sale for a while & I am really surprised they still haven't all sold out but no doubt they probably will soon.

Let me know so we can organise pennies.

Now I have to go & get my dress altered for Minnie's wedding. This is the most female I have been since the year 12 formal.

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You only think about yourself... [31 Jan 2008|03:50pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

Just another let down, just another disappointment. Now I am well aware we use this phrase in a sarcastic way, but it really does encapsulate my family. Not only am I organising my own 21st Birthday which is bad enough, I had to yell at my parents & hung up on them to actually make them attend it. My Gran cannot think about anything except my sisters wedding & her move from QLD to Macksville (even though both events are in March) & my Grandma does not want to come. She has health problems but I actually thought that she would want to make the effort to come out for dinner, but apparently not. I haven't spoken to Melinda if she is coming down or not which leads me to believe that she in fact is not, or else she would have rung me with the flight times etc. Her issues are financial though which I can understand, but also the Uncle Max saga continues, & I heard through my Aunty Beth today that Melinda changed her mind & wants Mum & Aunty Beth to uninvite Uncle Max to the wedding, which really isn't Melinda's style, asking someone to fight her own battles. Also my cousins husband left her after 10 years & being married for only 1 so my Aunty Beth is in a state... & strangely enough I have come to depend on her in lieu of my parents which I never ever expected, but there it is.

I even fought with the Dad the other day because he never stands up to Mum. I really don't want to live here by myself anymore. I have never fully understood my bizarre attachment to Dooralong but it has a lot to do with the people that used to live in it. They have not lived here for such a long time so what the fuck am I still doing here? To be honest I am only here because of the free rent & the fact that I have Ruby. I want to work for a real business that can ensure me steady hours on a regular basis. I want to live with my friends. All I do now is spend money on food & fuel because I am out so much. I couldn't even be arsed to look after my place anymore because I just don't care. I don't maintain it because no one comes here so why should I? All my cousins & friends from Dooralong have also moved away. I am here for all the wrong reasons. I cannot maintain my relationships with my father & sister like I want to because they are not available to me like they used to be.

I guess that this has all been brought on by all this birthday bullshit. I am not really living like I wanted to be when I thought of myself turning 21. I think as a person I have matured a lot, but my health has dropped off which is something I really want to change. But alone out here I am not motivated by anything except going to work, which I hate. I want uni to start so it at least gives me some purpose in life.

If I was in ancient Roman times I would have sold the vast majority of my family into slavery by now. They really do disgust me. I want nothing to do with them. The ones I do care about do not make enough effort for me to feel obligation anymore. They do not have the same dedication as my friends do. Whether we realise it or not, our group of friends makes a lot of effort to simply just hang out & talk. With my family it is always such an effort, & excuses are made for absolutely everything three weeks in advance of an event. It is a wonder that my birthday even registered on their social radars if I didn't remind them. I know money is a problem for a lot of people. Spending $200 on a flight for Christmas was a problem for me, but I did it because it was for my family. Having the first two weeks of uni off so I can help my sister with her wedding is a problem for me but I wanted to do it, I booked flights like 6 months in advance. I do not understand why it is so hard for them to return the favor once for me, for my birthday. The excuses I have from my friends are legitimate like being in Europe, flying to Canada that day, or having Surf Lifesaving Championships on. Not I am working the night before & will be tired. I am coming to realise I owe my friends a lot more than I owe my family.

This stems deeper into the simple fact that I just really miss my sister & my father, & no matter how much my brain says I shouldn't, the inexplicable fact that my Mother will never care about me the way I want her to but I still keep expecting it.

Look at me, I'm a whinging bitch I know, but life is far from a one way street. I just hate that with my family its very out of sight out of mind.

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Time. [12 Jan 2008|02:42pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
And hear the softly spoken magic spell
Bitch here

Vomit. [05 Jan 2008|02:53pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

I have just read a plethora worth of filth on here, & all I have to say is VOMIT. The thing that really gets me above everything else is this wishy washy bullshit that people now spout & profess as gospel. But then the subtext reads not of pure arrogance or self importance, but of pity & "understanding". I hate you & everything you lie down for. If I have to read another ambiguous quiz about who broke your heart & or changed your life beyond repair, at least use names, places, people, tangible elements of life! We do live in a tangible universe after all! The patronising shit that is on LiveJournal now is why I hardly ever write in here anymore. Those will recall I used to update on a regular basis about inane things like lazy council workers outside my house or David Silveria buying a new pair of pants. The internet has just turned into vomit, even for procrastination purposes. I think I may go & clean my house instead.

Now that is shocking.

Another thing. New Year's resolutions... what the fuck? The people that wank on & on about them NEVER keep them & it is the biggest example of weakness I have ever seen. Like Trent said, you don't need to wait until the first day of the year to take affirmative action with your life, you have had 12 months in which to do it, what makes you think another day is going to make any difference. You will still be smoking by your birthday, you will still look fat in photos next Christmas & people will still think you are boring.

What the fuck is coming out of your mouth?!

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Holidays & party days! [27 Dec 2007|05:11pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

I feel like I have been neglecting Livejournal of late, so here is a post of my miserable excuse for a life recently. Things of note that have occured include my cocktail party about two weeks ago... well nearly three now. I was monstrously monstrous, as the photos do tell, & it was indeed an intense party filled with many a nice beverage (surprising we could even operate a blender considering now many times we raided the orphanage), tree-climbing (albeit unsuccessful) & punch ons. Yes, Travis finally got smacked in the nose by a bogan for mouthing off. It is kind of funny now in hindsight, but at the time was foul. Said bogan tried to kiss Miriam & asked me for a hand job. He was from Kanwal, enough said. I felt pretty shit for the next proceeding days, but Maggot Monday set me straight. Father came down before the frivolities to fix up my house which was nice. I worked a few days then bludged a few more & Sunday was spent waking up at the arse crask of dawn to welcome David Barrow home from France. We picked up a very drunk Meesham at 6:30am & trailblazed down the freeway. We ate filth & saw David dressed pretty much like a bum, & pushed Miriam around in a stolen baggage trolley yelling "welcome to Australia!!!" Needless to say everybody loved us. After overcoming filthy traffic after bogans (that Travis then abused as we drove past) crashed, I returned home for the work Christmas party, which was hilarious. I dressed as a killer nurse covered in fake blood with $6.95 heinous sunglasses & Laura's fantastic pink wig. Celia was a sailor & there were many other amusing costumes. I hope to get the photos from work to add to show soon as the Fire Brigade came with Santa who was drunk.. actually they were all drunk, operating a huge fire truck. Dooralong is the epitome of OHS. They drenched the stables manager who was dressed as a naughty nurse. I loved it. Much drinking ensued & hideous dancing. I sang karaoke & my buttons on my dress came undone. It was pure class. My 35 year old cousin got staff person of the year & we shared a pachinger. I fucking love that shit. Needless to say it was on for young & old again. The new guy Chris has sexy time with Sean so we were very mature & ran past, threw rocks at their cabin & yelled obscenities... & that was just the operations managers... All in all a good night.

Not so good when I had to wake up & be a human to catch the plane to Brisbane. Gloria drove me, & she was far worse off than me. She is picking me up on Saturday night too from Newcastle airport, & then Sunday is her 40th Birthday at the pub at work. Look out!

So now I am just sitting down having a beer after a hard day of cricket watching & Crash Bandicoot playing. Tomorrow my sister & I hit up dress shops to find a gown for her wedding. At least it is not with Mother. Then my cousins are having a concert with some other metal bands in the city which should be interesting & crazy. I just scammed money out of Centrelink to fund these fabulous extravagences & also for our foray into bush doofing for New Years Eve. Look out hippies the Scum Biscuits are coming to town!

After all this well deserved partaying I have a 7 day stint at work starting from January 3rd. Vomit. Then William leaves... double vomit. But parties shall ensue, & I must remember to N/A for all his send offs. I think now I must go & continue to be lazy & relax in sunny Queensland.

Farewell, see you in a few day!

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The Many Benefits Of Pigs. [04 Dec 2007|03:58pm]
[ mood | creative ]

It has come to my attention that some people have become cynics of my recent foray into becomming a pig owner, who also regard swine with scorn & ridicule. To put my critics to rest & also to promote all the positives of owning a pig, I will provide a diverse list of reasons I think the swine family can provide much more than the average pet.

A Sonter on SwineCollapse )
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Cricketer gone for a duck! (That joke was so heinous... I love it!) [16 Nov 2007|02:25am]
[ mood | chipper ]

For anyone who I haven't yet accosted through MySpace or Facebook or such other pestilent avenues Nathan Bracken is staying at my work tonight, & I served him dinner. I was so excited! It was one of those situtations like when Manny is trying to talk to Roweena. Bernard: "You got your chance with her, what did you talk about". Manny: "Offshore wind farms. I couldn't think of anything else!". Similarly I made agrarian banter with Nathan Bracken & his wife. Witty, I know. But at least I have an autigraph & $1.30 of his well earned cricket playing money.

Due to my recent luck in meeting cricket personalities, I think it is time to take it up a notch & start officially stalking Michael Clarke. Lara Bingle... more like Lara Corpse...

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