Dear Chicago,

You'll never guess.

You know the girl you said I'd meet someday?
Well, I've got something to confess.
She picked me up on Friday.
Asked me if she reminded me of you.
I just laughed and lit a cigarette,
Said "that's impossible to do. "
My life's gotten simple since.
And it fluctuates so much.
Happy and sad and back again.
I'm not crying out to much.
Think about you all the time.
It's strange and hard to deal.
Think about you lying there.
And those blankets lie so still.
Nothing breathes here in the cold.
Nothing moves or even smiles.
I've been thinking some of suicide.
But there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss.
Every kiss you wasted back.
I think the thing you said was true,
I'm going to die alone and sad.

The wind's feeling real these days.
Yeah, baby, it hurt's me some.
Never thought I'd feel so blue.
New York City, you're almost gone.
I think that I've fallen out of love,
I think I've fallen out of love... with you.

Dear You.

i hate everything about you.

you're a fucking cunt and i wish you'd drop off the face if the planet.

you make me physically sick and if i have to be in the same room as you again i will only just be able to restrain myself from stabbing you in the face.

ggrrrrr

get out of my head

you arent supposed to be there

where I wish I could be all day, everyday.

hiding in a book

dancin machine..

what a weekend.
friday night was a little too eventful for me and I ended up quite a sick little girl. But! having said that 777 was packed out and so much fun! between the massive elvis walls, the metalocalypse stamp, free drinks and djing i had an amazing time... just went a bit far and a bit off plan. but thats nothing out of the usual for us..

then i had to get out of bed at 730am because Pam got here. i cooked us breakfast and we watched Dirty Work. Hilars. it was so good to see her again after so long and i miss her already. But she's coming up again soon to party... after snoop dog. hahahaha. brilliant.

saturday night was great! everyone came over for drinks (PUNCH) and we sat outside and talked shit for a few hours and then went out. Pam and I didnt stay out long. haha. SO EXHAUSTED.

and now. now I am sitting at work thinking of everything thats going on at the moment. Just thinking about how many amazing people i have met this year and how i should probably be a better person towards them.. all these brilliant ladies.

i am also the proud owner of some new shiny sexy sun specs. Ive waited so longgggg. and I got them cheap cheap on sale. in the words of PeachE BARGAIN!!

I'd really like to go and have lunch and hang out but ill have to wait a while longer... gahh.

killing me.

Can I please have

this saturday is going to be amazing.

FRICK

Decision hasnt been made yet.


PLEASE I JUST WANT TO KNOW NOW.




The wait is killing me

I have noticed

that more and more life is reminding me of highschool.


and, like in highschool, no matter how much I try, or care no one really wants to be my friend.


I dont have enough material possessions to entice all the wrong people.



Im also still wondering why I even care?

Good times will roll on

Aha shake.

So, the last few days.

We're still waiting to hear if we got the apartment we applied for that has the best/worst location. You can see it from the spectrum/qbar balcony. Right behind Hungraaay Cracks. It was so cute and pretty much perfect... I didnt want to get my hopes up but of course I have.... and I am the most impatient person in the world. I have been driving peach crazy with a constant barrage of emails.. "heard anything yet???"...

No, havent heard anything yet. Sigh.

I had the amazing news that Seans dad came out of open heart surgery fine and dandy a couple of minutes ago! What a relief, for reals.

I had a great weekend last weekend. Amazing tales of big yellow buckets of punch and whole bottles of vodka. And lots and lots of Kings of Leon!! I had the best time dressing up as twinsies with Lulu and her being scared witless by Bob. Hilars.

I was in dire need of a girly day/night and it was freaking amazz. Even if i ended up only staying out on the town for like an hour hahahah.

I am so excited that Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam is coming up this weekend. Man oh man. Its going to be huge. So! If you're around on saturday come over for punch and sweet hangs and then come chill with the "trendy" kids at vegas woo!


Sigh. can I go home now?

YESSSS

im doing pre drinks.

im making punch!!!!!!!!!!!

in a bucket


yesssss

You'd better learn to crawl before I walk away..

So im sitting at home having my first listen to the whole kings of leon album.... and i am getting so excited. when they tour... its going to be amazing. seriously. I am two songs in and already so impressed with it.

its much more mature and confident... but still definately brings the sexy which i am, as you know, relieved about.

Their album launch at spectrum should be huge on saturday night... free giveaways of their whole back catalogue plus the newbies... and everyone loves free shit.


anyway im sitting here and im bored and wishing i had someone to hang out with, boo no friends boo haha.

but really.

CUNTWHOREBITCHSHITFUCKINGWANK

i am hating on life so hard today you wouldnt even believe.

i fucking hate people who have their keypad tones turned up on their phones and they sit there and type novel long sms' and it just beeps incessently and i want to reach over and tear their eyes out.

i hate people who are cunts, who know they are cunts, who know i think they are cunts but still persist on trying to be friendly. you dont like me, i pretty much think you're the stupidest most self centered thing on two legs and would like to see you hit by a car.. lets just leave it at that?

like i said. hating on life.

i hate staring into space all day every day feeling like a complete fucking idiot and not getting any help because no one has any fucking social skills to explain anything.

i hate not being able to punch that greasy moronic cunt in the face every time i am forced to lay eyes on him.

FUCK

One way flight to where?

the u.s?

the u.k?

i cant decide as of yet.


but ive got to do something i cant sit here in front of this stupid computer any longer.


im losing my mind.

Good Morning

Ah its such a lovely day outside today, and it sucks that i am stuck inside so far from a window and the niceness. sigh.

tonight i shall be attending the Australian Penthouse Pet of the Year Awards.

LOL.

should be interesting. there's performances by the pets apparently. and im wondering if it involves ping pong balls... hmmm. itd be interesting to say the least.

i dont really have anything of substance to say. i just cant be bothered starting any work yet.


sigh.

truths

people are fucking stupid

for reals.


pull your heads out. the whole world doesnt revolve around you no matter how much you think it does

Most Amazing

The most amazing night i could ever ask for.



Dustin!!!!


I have looked up to and followed this trashbag since the age of about 15.
Many memories of reading Thrasher with Viney and making Kurt angry because he hated him and liked all the hip hop kids and gangster skaters.


Piss Drunx. Fuck Yes

everyone has their side kick

their partner in crime.



i wish i had mine




miss p is going to blow everyone away.......







eventually

i dont care how gay it is

i think this is hilarious

day one

my stomach is like an opera of groans.

sigh.

just chillin at work.

hoping miss CA and young OA are doing alright.



















Get better soon stud

doors closing, please stand clear

i wonder how many times in my life i have heard those words. I don't think i could even count. anyway. I'm sitting on the train on the way home from gosford. Every trip up here makes me think i should really find out if he's still alive. I always wonder, and then it seems as soon as we're back in the city it completely slips my mind. I think that makes me a pretty shit person. It does quite literally make my heart hurt to think i don't know where he is and we don't talk anymore. But i guess its just an old story that ran out of pages to be written on. That seems to happen a lot. I've had some self realisations lately that haven,t been great. Not even remotely good. Which sucks. Especially when its so hard to find something good to start with. Its the same old complaints again and again. Can i please go back and not be this person? 'Well i hate who i was, and who i've been since'. Pretty much sums things up nicely. I cant pretend i'm happy in this (over sized, flabby revolving) skin these days. Vicious. Miserable about it, but too spent to help myself. Blah blah blah. Cry me a river. Thanks jt. Tunnels make my ears pop. Ouch.

please sir

New Tunes

So usually on cryspace I avoid adding any bands or anything cos they usually suck in a big way and its all the same shit. usually no, i do not want to add your crying emo/stupid electro indie bullshit piece of crap band fuck off and die.

but. i was feeling the need to annoy a certain someone trying to sleep last night so i started listening to a band that had sent me a friend request and, shock horror, they were good.

Anyone who knows me knows how badly i want to learn french and go live like a filthy snob in paris. They'd also know how deep down despite the hair and hooker heels i am still very much a filthy tomboy who loves dirty crappy punk rock.

Considering those two facts, The Rabats are now my new favourite.

Its intense feral punk/hardcore thats been missing from my life for too long. Its angry and violent, the type of thing you'd listen to while getting really wasted and punching your grandma in the face.

I am pretty certain its in french, which is just another reason to sign up next year to learn it. But alas, if you have no urge to learn it im certain you could just stand there an yell and have just as much fun.

its so nice to find something with attitude and a different range of emotions other than "ohhhh ohhh my life is so bland and my girlfriend is so far away and ohhh im so amazing at usuing metaphors to show how deep i am blah blah blah"

So! check check them out, and their top friends are full of other brilliant bands like The Pousers and Les Prostitutes which also definitely warrant your ears and your time.

But if you'll excuse me im going to go spit on old facists and give the two finger salute.

Boyfriends do it best

what a fucking buzzkill. jesus christ. way to ruin a great day asshole.

for a monday, a monday where i had to work, it was pretty freaking good. it went fast and i spent most of it making flashing seizure inducing banners, talking smack with miss CA and getting a little bit over the top excited about Stormy's contribution to making me look heaps cooler than i am. oh ray bans how ive lusted after you since before i can remember.

i had so many exciting tales to tell. but alas you're in your angry pose:
who knew you were so flexible.

my eyes feel like theyre hanging out of my head and god damn it does my hair need a wash. fuck that its so much effort these days with my 896348936kilos of hair hanging all over the place.

anyway. THANKS. for turning today around. what a hateful look spite fest evening this will turn out to be.


***edit.

sigh. i do love him though.

Marry Me

You're pretty proficient at putting my thoughts into words ( in the least faggot sounding way ever) without knowing it and now i'm going to be rocking the cool because of you.

best.bitch.ever

Courtney Awesome

In case ya'll didnt know this lovely lady keeps me and my shit together. I dont know anyone else who would cop multiple stupid phone calls every single day and still be happy to hear from me.

YOUNGMACHETEMAFIA

time of our lives

things are a little more than crazy and this week will be no exception.

with dentist appointments in gosford on wednesday

judas priest and sevensevenseven:





and then SEX + GLUE:

My love is up for sale

price:

**note

not that i dont appreciate and love those weekend ladies. but the dream team will always accrue jealously from me

jealousy

i long for the days of girly chats tucked up in bed with messy food and bad tv.


not weekend friends i try to make too much of a connection with when all they know about me is what i like to drink

and i cant..

help feeling like i'm missing something.

exactly what i need.

because i am hating life with so much passion these last few weeks.

i am not an office bimbo. i am not made/cut out for this bullshit.

"time to give myself a hug. i’ll pretend i gave it to everyone on the planet who needed one that moment, cause i am ok. so are you. we are all gonna be ok. no matter what. no matter how weird things get down here on this little space-water egg planet- we are gonna be ok. xx"


thanks ry.

much appreciated

Why I cant wait for 2009

Season Three Skins

Season Three Kyle XY

Season Two The Inbetweeners

Even social insights are reusable.

What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing
Can't you tell that your tie's too wide
Maybe I should buy some old tab collars
Welcome back to the age of jive
Where have you been hidin' out lately, honey
You can't dress trashy
'Til you spend a lot of money
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound
Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me

What's the matter with the car I'm drivin'
Can't you tell that it's out of style
Should I get a set of white wall tires
Are you gonna cruise a miracle mile
Nowadays you can't be too sentimental
You best bet's a true baby blue Continental
Hot funk, cool punk, even if it's old junk
It's still rock and roll to me

Oh, it doesn't matter what they say in the papers
'Cause it's always been the same old scene
There's a new band in town
But you can't get the sound
From a story in a magazine
Aimed at your average teen

How about a pair of pink sidewinders
And a bright orange pair of pants
Well, you could really be a Beau Brummel baby
If you just give it half a chance
Don't waste your money on a new set of speakers
You get more mileage from a cheap pair of sneakers
Next phase, new wave , dance craze, anyways
It's still rock and roll to me


What's the matter with the crowd I'm seein'
Don't you know that their out of touch
Should I try to be a straight 'A' student
If you are then you think too much
Don't you know about the new fashion honey
All you need are looks and a whole lotta money
It's the next phase, new wave , dance craze, anyways
It's still rock and roll to me

Yeah "lady" I kept your secrets.

I am fairly persistent at doing a whole lot of nothing. I have constant Monday-itis and its driving me insane.
Right along with everything else in my life right now.
It’s hard to exist in a group of people who are constantly misleading each other. I feel like a fly on the wall all the time and I watch them interact with each other and wonder how they can be happy with this?

From all my years of sitting quietly in the background has given me this insight into people and how they work. It sounds so patronizing and well… stuck up. But from never having to be in social situations, from never having any friends and from spending my time on the sideline… in a way has made me better but at the same time worse. And its hard to explain it to someone I care about it when I have no proof other than what I know in my heart is true. So I will always be the bad guy. I will always be seen as the judgmental one. The rude one. But I am not judging them; at least I try not to. They are welcome to do and say what they like.

But when it concerns someone who means everything to me then I can’t sit back and watch it all happen. Mainly because I don’t want to let this person think it is okay to treat me in this way. I don’t want to end up feeling like I can treat people that way.

Honesty is the best policy and I am honest to a fault. Blunt to the point of no return and if it’s not right. Well I don’t want to be.

And if I am to be honest then I feel disgust that I am the one that is constantly judged. I am the crazy one who needs help, the shit girlfriend, the trashy talentless idiot who picks the wrong friends and makes time for the wrong people. The only thing stopping me from giving out everyone of these assholes secrets is that it would hurt the one person who (most of the time) doesn’t deserve it. Not the ones who do.

It’s all well and good, but my happy face is tiring of their bullshit.

Its all so cliché and corny but I feel like I’m being sucked into a place and being morphed into someone I don’t want to be. I want more but don’t have the guts to do it. Or the skills. Either or. I am proficient in self loathing and wallowing in self pity though. So if you need lessons please feel free to contact me.

I need some sort of stability and in this world and with this life it’s not something I have. All I have to rely on is always having a vodka in one hand and a smoke in the other and all my brain cells and memories and what little talent I have just going down the drain.

I hate that person. But I don’t know how to be anyone else.

things i like

this appeals to me very much.

Stuff White People Like


oh and

Fail

Makes me consider things I havent in a long time...

There is no future Rya Adams projects. Only democratic choices made by a close group of friends playing music that feels right to them, and by all means, it is MY VOICE, and MY CHOICE to only make suggestions musical and otherwise and TRUST my instincts that what makes my band-mates happy, and what looks like doors to a future-sound- that is KIND and OPEN and NEW………

that is why i still play music.

my joy comes from seeing their smiling faces and their amazing talents shine so bright.

I am happy to know so many people are willing to walk through new doors- see into a new place, follow new and open sounds…

because where I used to write about sadness…..

I hope now to only write about weakness, and how that might be a strength, and I WILL BE HERE FOR CARDINALS FANS and my brothers in this band against every doubt, for there are millions in me ( a party i do not attend)…..

and i will never stop trying.

because that is what I saw when I was young- when people made fun of S.King (for writing too much……(really?- wow, he kind of probably wrote your favorite movie……for people who think they can’t WRITE POETRY - (YOU CAN!!!!!!- YOU CAN DO IT)

FOR PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY CAN’T START A BAND BECAUSE THEY ARE AFRAID TO STAND BEFORE PEOPLE FOR THAT FRIGHT like talking in front of a class….

YOU CAN

STAND UP and BE COUNTED……and be unafraid.

we are all connected by our fears but also our dreams…..

just on the quiet

because im a little more than bored at work i was reading the cosmo website. and i found an advertisement for this book... and i totally could have used this shit so many times. would have saved me a lot of time and trouble!!

i like that the website has a "Psycho Confession"... like the one below:

"My boyfriend and I broke up after four years of the perfect—then not so perfect—relationship. We had a friendly split and decided to remain best friends. At first I was fine with this decision but one night after a few too many white Russians and marshmallow peeps I changed my mind. I found that I missed him immensely and called him up at 2 am. He answered but tried to politely get off the phone saying that “now just isn’t really a great time.” Well, I was enraged; after all we were still “best friends” right!? So I decided to go over to his house and see what was so pressing. Upon my arrival I found him there with the ugliest girl I have ever seen. I proceeded to tell her just how ugly she was and how he would never care for someone who looked like her. As it turned out she was already painfully aware that she was not traditionally beautiful and started crying right away. He kicked me out of his house but not before explaining that she was a friend from work that was having problems fitting in and was already quite depressed about the way she looked. They had similar interests (video games) and he was trying to be nice. It was strictly platonic. Our friends confirmed this later on. I have never felt so low in all my life as when I woke up the next morning and realized what I had done to that poor girl. She ended up quitting her job and they never heard from her again. OH... and I lost my "best friend."

massive lols

new hair

so i got some wicked extensions last night from Afrique Ali in newtown.

its not the most inviting place to be. and i spent 2 or so hours sitting listening to them chat over my head in.... black.... i dont know what language.

anyway. i have loooong hair now. its so heavy and i wish it would hurry up and settle cos im feel like maybe im being scalped.

im in a terrible mood cos i had a lot riding on these bastards, and although they turned out amazing... i dont know where im going with this.

anyway im getting it cut/styled tomorrow so i wont look like a highschool goth with my long one length hair and then possibly ill feel better about it.

ill post a pic either when ive got a face on or one minus my face cos its hideous.

whatever its friday and im at work. effort = 0

Courtney Awesome

is M.I.A

where are you?

answer your damn phone.

lovechuu

i am so tired

of feeling like this.

australias crapital

so i spent my saturday/sunday in canberra. and when people ask me how it was all i can say is fucking cold. like 3 degrees at 10pm. you go outside for a smoke and your drink gets colder than what it was when they served it inside. out of a fridge. wtf. im so not used to that shit any more.

anyway. we got there saturday afternoon and met up with the gang and went to have lunch. it was so strange walking through civic cos compared to sydney its fucking deserted. seriously. i was concerned that maybe they'd had some sort of killer plague and 3/4 of the population had died/been evacuated. i had a country and western soundtrack playing in my head and was waiting for a tumbleweed to blow past. wandering around i expected the one homeless person sitting outside what used to be starbucks (rip) to tell me that "i need to get outa here cos (spit) this town aint big enough for the both of us"

anyway long story short we hung out. caught the bus to mum's (which took over an hour) and pretty much just chilled out the rest of the weekend.

we went out for a bit to what was supposed to be a gig+dj's. but it was shitty indie bands and Purple Sneakers Dj;s... and that kinda speaks for itself. they didnt get their shit together till 1030 and then we overheard that the dj'sgot canned. way to go kids. and to top things off there was a girl there who i used to know in wagga who always wanted to kick my head in. yay!

anyway. its good to be home again! i do miss my mummy though. and her cooking. drool. but i cant live without having everything i need within a 2 block radius. it kills me.

and now im going to scout some breakfast. fatty needs her fuel.

currently

on the bus on the way to canberra.. Literally writing from the bus. Pretty exciting. And by excitin i mean fucking gay. I need a life. And a toilet. God damn i need to pee.

nom nom nom

ohhh yeah.

bought these today.

totally in love

This is our decision to live fast and die young

Not going to see mgmt. not doing it. its all well and good if you do. but im not. dont get me wrong, i like them. not enough to be packed into a confined space with all the other charming people who love them.

pass.

I miss skins. i was so completely obsessed with that show. in a totally unhealthy creepy stalker kind of way. like a lot of people from the look of the e4 website....

everything is the same lately. saving money, trying to waste money. not having anything to buy buy buy. fuck. someone please make me a line of clothes especially fitted to me from the ideas in my head.


k thanks.

Edward Norton.

You are completely fascinating to me.

FUCK

this kinda shit pisses me off.

http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/79/hipster.html

Lego: not so innocent.

So.... i cut my fringe a couple of days ago and was looking at it today and noticed that because my hair is particularly flat today i kind of look like a lego man.... so... i went to email people about it (cos im that informative and exciting) and i googled "Lego people" and this is one of the first things that came up.


The caption reads: "Play as if you are prophet Mohammed. Contains 23 wives including 6year oldd Aysha.

what the hell?? "muslimlego.jpg"

awkward

Call me spiteful....

but im pretty happy about this headline:

Australian award winning rock band Wolfmother has broken up, citing long-standing personal and musical differences.


awww yeah!

Look what I made mummy

I've been sitting here giggling to myself and marveling how clever I am all day now.

She's got a hat and all the hat says is asshole

Four words that has sent so many people into an excited frenzy.

New Kings Of Leon.

To my relief and surprise (I'm kicking at being a life long pessimist) their new single "Sex on Fire" is still pure Kings Of Leon genius. I don't know how they continue to bring such good material to the table but god damn I'm glad they do. As a music lover who most of the time lives by the mantra "the first album was better" I generally go peh to new tracks and continue to wear out the old material. I get stuck in musical ruts. But this kind of talent keeps me (grudgingly) moving forward.

Sex on Fire. The title that pretty much sums up my feelings of Kings. They have always had this... sexy, rough, dirty edge going. So many of their earlier songs had me pouting and strutting through the city with them playing in my ears. Then tracks like "On Call" come along and all I can think about is strapping on a pair of thigh high leather boots and dancing around a stripper pole whip in hand.


This is probably just me.

Sex on fire is somewhat different. On one hand I want to throw myself around dancing like usual, but on the other I kinda wanna stand there and feel a bit sad without knowing why, with that "Young and the Restless/Days of our lives faraway deep in thought look going on.

Either way its a brilliant track (check it out here) and I will definitely be waiting with baited breath for their album tour next year. I'm considering even now taking a week off work so I can fully appreciate the night in the disgusting trashy rock and fucking roll fashion it so clearly deserves.

yeah what he said

i almost forgot about this picture. and its too good not to share. pretty much what i think of them as well.

ya'll really stickin it to the man.

So smooth, So creamy....... ugh

so i had a rocking weekend. in case you were wondering?
seven seven seven was.... it was good on the whole. didnt like paying out the ass for drinks... then again they were doubles and i did drink enough to vomit my lungs up all over my house.... so i guess it was a good night??

then spending the night in courtney awesomeville was great. its always nice to spend some time out of sydney. esp when its with amazzzing people. and i do love visiting little owen awesome as well.


oh. and before i forget (and just for you miss awesome) i got my new tattoo on friday!
The picture is a little nasty as was taken whilst very drunk in the toilets of 77.

Classy.

possibly before i got too drunk to walk and told a girl i had a big crush on her, went home and died.

sigh. hahaha.





I just ate a yoghurt and it reminded me of aliens. i feel a little ill now. awkward. its the second thing today thats had some relation to sperm. its only 11:15am. you can see where my day is headed cant you??

cant wait to get the pics from friday. should be pretty hilarious.

theres nothing to do in newcastle

but google alien robot cum

robots are made out of cum and spaghetti
watching alien at courtney awesomes house.
i ate her noodles.
and the robot was full of cum.
like a veronica

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