I have recently discovered the joys of blogging. More importantly, the joys of preferred blog lists, which allows me to blog secretly, and in most cases makes other more interested in what i have to say.
Big Day Out '08 lineup had disappointed me.
Magic carpet rides, goon and wink wink fruit shop delights are the highlight of my week. Often i come home on a sunday night 2 kilos heavier, but the laughs, photos and stories are generally worth it.
Th-th-th-that-that dont kill me, can only make me stronger.
Dolphins have sex in under-the-sea sex rooms, or quickies behind the coral. They enjoy their privacy and often use contraceptive. 69ers are enjoyed.
Just because Hugh is a good friend of ours, doesnt mean we dont constantly want to push him into oncoming traffic, or alternatively put him in a basket and send him down the river.
King Of Leon may very well be the best band of our century. Granted our century is only 7 years old, but that is 7 years of pure gold.
Darragh, Ellie and myself are constantly poor. I am unemployed and that is my excuse. Im not sure what theirs is. Regardless, we manage to get paro at least twice a week, even if it is from month old goon sacks and stolen vodka sunrises.
Sometimes i like to drink goon sacks at the Ramsgate. Sometimes i enjoy accidentally pooing on that sack. And sometimes i like to take photos of said poo and sack and zoom up on that photo, to view my dinner. And often, ellie and darragh like looking too.
Adam, Ellie, Darragh, Zoe, Hugh and I finally got the confirmation we needed to prove that we ARE the "it" group in adelaide. We featured in the social pages in the advertiser. It was the proudest day of my life, even if i did have chevapcici for legs.
I like the dancing, and I like the disco, cos i left my heart in sanfransisco - yeah.
For the past 2 months, our life has revolved around what cds we will make for Torquay.
Darragh and I have our own dance. We slap hands together, jump and say "SISTAAAHHHS". Its more of a disabled mess than a dance.
Your father is so square, he doesn't even pee in the shower.
Pearls are my favourite. I dont appreciate jokes about pearl necklaces. I feel they are lame and unecessary.
Semaphore is great, but Prospect is better. We have our own Cibo and pretty much every street is a leafy one.
Sewing is my new hobby. I thought I was an amazing seamstress until asked if i could sew a straight line. Now I have decided to take lessons.
Hugh feels that he can pick up better on weekdays, because he is less paro. I personally cant remember anyone he has picked up on a weekday.
Saying "actually amazing" tires me. I wonder why i cant stop.
I still have trouble working out how I put Ellie in a taxi on Melbourne street, then she ended up in The Lion toilets after the bar had closed - minus a shoe.
The first thing you will always hear from adam on a sunday morning is "oh, something awwwwful" - regardless of whether or not something awful went down.
Once i was attacked by butterflies. I will never forgive my mother for taking me to that butterfly farm.
Once, Darragh was bitten on the asshole by an insect, and it became swollen and protruded from her cheeks like a swinging nugget. That was the funniest day of my life.
Fat Fridays are the reason that i dont look good in jeans, im sure of it.
Somewhere, there is an aboriginal walking around Rundle Mall with a chocolate brown Chloé paddington bag, smelling of SJP Lovely, talking on an orange Motorola razar, with her details stored in a gorgeous turquoise faux croc-skin purse. I will never get over that.
The bedroom and bathroom are private areas. Hugh should know.
Let the love tear us apart, I've found a cure for a broken heart - Let it tear us apart.
Hugh frequents the praying shrine in his household.
My Nonno once took my straightener off of me, claiming he threw it in the bin. He later handed it to me as a houswarming gift with a second hand ash-tray. He is a thoughtful man.
If your not an alcoholic, then your not worth being friends with.
Dont ever go to Shell Beach near Yorke Peninsula. There are some nasty biting beach flies with an agenda.
It scares me that my cousins who I thought were still only 12 now have their license and are going to uni. Kinda makes me think I should do something with my life...nah.
I've been asked to change my profile because it portrays me as a party animal. I say no. I shant. Portraying myself as one thing and being something else makes me feel like a rockstar.
I now live in a CBD bachelor pad and Tea-Net internet and gaming store is my new hang-out spot. Its where all the rich city kids come to play.
I have a parsley. She is a skeleton. Shyam banned me from watering her at night. Although we are allowed to do the washing at night. And shower in the morning. But dont leave the lights on. It all gets a bit confusing after a while.
We have recently had dealings with a box
Shoma and i wake up every morning with a headache. I cant afford panadol but i do find it beneficial to smack myself in the face.
I think the guy behind me is wanking off on web-cam.
For some reason adam and I find it difficult to have any conversation without refering to himself as "him" and myself as "she". (she wants him to apply bronzer. When is him coming to she's house?)
Im negative and i think im ultimately okay with that.
I think i would be better off getting so clinically obese that i wouldnt have to leave the house so i could get a disabled pension. Get fat and reap the rewards.
I love coming for dinner at mammi's. I usually leave with half of her groceries and a bottle of deodorant.
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