Sleuth.

i love snooping. im so nosey and i always have to know the ins and outs of everything.


give me gossip and juicy details now now now.

anyway, so im sitting here at work playing with my shiny new playtoy. Can someone please explain to me why a phone would need a barcode scanner? i dont fucking know...

alright i looked it up online. it still seems pretty useless to me.


Sex and Glue is coming around again this weekend. Same time same place same faces. Its a lot of fun. especially with the "secret special guest dj's" haha. But alas, it just wont be the same without Miss Awesome not attending again. she's too busy being a shopping slut in shitsville.

i am a little disenchanted with the tour scene at the arse end of this year. There hasnt been anything that excites me in the slightest. This may or may not be because i am a complete music nazi. Im just fucking tired of this bullshite indie pop rubbish going around.

having said that, if you're into that whole thing and you;re in the sydney area check out some of the local venue's like the enmore or the metro. they'll no doubt have something to wet your music whistle. I know Mr Ellis will appreciate the painful crooning of Connor Oberst. Im a sucker for a good lyricist. But on the whole im just not a fan..... i may go change my locks now

If you managed to get tickets to the shows you wanted to see.... well good on you! I never seem to have that problem as everything i want to see no one else does.


one last plug. theres a new club in town for all the trendites who just "loooove old music"

its dirty, filthy, scummy, chic, hip and all the kids will be there.

SEVENSEVENSEVEN@77

I.D....

man.

I am honestly the most impatient person in the world. when i want something, or decide i want to do something, its got to be right then, right now! its a pretty shite way to be cos 99% of the time it leads to disappointment. and no one likes that.

i hate people in phone stores. i dont know why but they always seem so arrogant and shit and i just want to gouge their eyes out. no. i dont have a licence, which means no i dont have photo id. i apologise for this, but if its such a problem... would you like to pay for me to learn to drive? because no one fucking else will.

im trying to get a new phone. its turned into the biggest mission ever. now i have to go to the rta, get a photo id. then go back to the phone place to the self righteous cunt and start all over again. bloody hell.

which doesnt seem so bad, but trying to get it all done in work hours is kinda painful.

of course, i could wait till the weekend.... but noooo. thats not possible. because ill just sit here till then simmering thinking about it until i go insane.


bah.


my butt is a bit sore from the gym last night. not so much from the exercise, but from bouncing around so much whilst walking.

ghetto.


vomit.

i suppose i should be doing some work but really im just waiting to hear from courtney and find out about her new writing gig so i can be amazingly jealous but supportive.

NEW PHONE

im excited.


but what to get???

New Starts

I thought the time called for a new start, something less.... cry baby. Something where I actually have 2 bob to pitch in, where I actually talk about something rather than just talking to waste some breath.

Apparently thats not going to be the case. But I will try. Theres not a lot more I can do than that really is there?

I wonder sometimes how I end up being such a nasty, acid tongued person. Feral disgusting horrible things just slip out of my mouth and into words so easily. Too easily. The worst part it that sometimes I do it just because I know its hurtful.

Anyway, things are how they are I suppose. Ive done enough self alteration to last me a while. This might seem like shit, but just imagine how it was.


Im rambling.

/fin