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About Me

I'm an Aussie living in Thailand. I'm here for the food. I love hanging at the pub with mates and having a laugh. I miss beer gardens. I love drunken road trips and driving fast with the windows down and the music up. I love it when my mates take the piss. I make up my own rules when I play pool. I can drink you under the table. I love to write and will write for or about everyone I meet. I always follow through on a dare. I love going out to breakfast. I love a bloody Mary in the morning. I hate reality TV and people who can't hold their piss. I swear a lot. I love drinking games and people who don't give a shit about what others think. I don't care enough to get upset. I hate people who start fights. I'm a romantic. I consider beer a food group. I like motorbikes and getting dirty. I cut my own grass. I love smoking cigarettes. I love having meaningless conversations with random strangers. I think killing cane toads should be a national sport. People constantly surprise me. I'm proud of my friends. I live in thongs. I hate waxing my legs. I love boats and water. I wish I'd learned to surf. I don't believe in religion. I like cheesy pick up lines. I never work on my birthday. I love stupid hats and playing beer skittles. I like to swim in my clothes...

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Artists with alternative views of the world; realists with unrealistic notions of their own fragility; writers who find inspiration at the bottom of a bottle - or not; people who refuse to be forced through that self-rightous social square we call 'acceptability'.Brian & Justin Pour Some Sugar On Me
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My Blog

Roadtrip

People think that traveling from country to county is a really long way and sometimes it is. But coming from Australia, distances are purely subjective. I was introduced to Disturbed by a boy almost...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 02:07:00 GMT

Sharehouse Living

"Ah Fuck!" I awake to a shriek that rocks the core of my peaceful slumber. "You filthy fucking cunt!" Amy's yelling as she thunders down the hallway to pound on Pete's door. "Get up you dirty prick! Y...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 20:34:00 GMT

I met a boy...

"I love bongs," he said as he reached to pack another. I lay on the bed, watching&waiting patiently. That look in his eyes, that look that could melt me from across the room, was fading. Replaced by t...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 06:24:00 GMT

I met a girl...

She looked at me intensely from across the table. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she recounted her life. Red wine slopped from her glass and dripped down her fingers; artist's fingers. She seemed not ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 06:20:00 GMT

Not again...

Silently, I climbed the stairs. My legs felt heavy and my arms ached as I reached reluctantly for the door. Regret overwhelmed me as I watched myself, like a voyeur watching a car wreck. No power to p...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 04:27:00 GMT