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Dec. 8th, 2008

Why do I still post on here?

Someone please tell me.

I have nothing to do. The interwebz are teh bore, teh tv is ghey (and I hate Angela Anaconda), and I'm still jobless.

Centrelink are SHIT. I rang today, since they closed early on Friday and I couldn't get through to the department I wanted. After not being able to get through about seven times (it kept giving the engaged signal), I finally did get through... we got some of my interview thingy for monies done, then the computers went gay so now I have to ring back Wednesday. I don't relly have until Wednesday, I need monies now.

They must die.

I have an interview for Telstra tomorrow... that'd better go relly well, and I'd better get the job. Or I'll cry.

There's some weird claymation thing some kid made on ABC. It's bizarre. And very creepy. Some guy being face-raped by aliens, I think, and lots of creepy techno sounds. o_O

They must die also.

God, Angela Anaconda sucks.

There is seriously nothing to do. I'm kind of hoping a comet lands on me. At least you can't be bored when you're dead.

My rat just became a really good tv aerial - as long as she doesn't move from the side of the cage, the tv won't fuzz up like a bitch.

This blog has no structure to it. It's annoying me. So now I'm going. D:

The tv is fuzzy again.

Oct. 17th, 2008

Writer's Block: Unnecessary Objects

Oscar Wilde, a dandy’s dandy, once said that “we live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.” What unnecessary possession can you not live without?
Almost everything in my entire room. But everything I own serves a hidden purpose for me, so in your face. Yeah.

Oct. 16th, 2008

So it's been a while.

Lgay tells me three weeks, in fact.
I'm over this place already, yet I still check it regularly, and here I am writing a new blog.

Small crisis, though. There's nothing to blog about.

Blog is such a stupid word. What does it even mean? Prolly should know that, but I'm kind of boring and lazy.

Much like this blog.

Today was pretty gay. One upside, plenty of downsides.
I'm not sure why I bother at all, relly.

Lauren has my Six Feet Under. I wanna watch the last episode again, just for lulz and boohoos... but shall have to settle for Across The Universe instead. Anyone seen that? Is it good? I really like Jim Sturgess. He better have more of a kickass accent in this. Nothing against 'Merican accents, they're hot, but go the Liverpudlians 4evz. The funniest thing about 21 is how Sturgess' character Ben's accent started out sounding average American-y, but became progressively more Boston-y as the movie went on. And he's not even from Massacheussetts. What a laugh.

I need to injure myself somehow so I have a really good excuse to use one of those bacon and egg bandaids we found in Borders. No injury will prolly ever be good enough, however.

Why am I still writing, like anyone's even gonna read this or care.


Sep. 23rd, 2008


Yay, indeedy.

My tax return FINALLY came today so, when it clears, I get to slide on down to Ikea and play Pimp My Balcony.

That is all.

Sep. 15th, 2008


I'm too bored to write anything tonight.

So bored that I had to come and write that down.

The world just exploded.


Sep. 13th, 2008

What a welcome.

I just realised lgay is telling me I've "only made 2 friends".

Way to boost my self-esteem.

And any number under 10 is supposed to be written in full, so suck on that, website. Yeah. Hardcore.


First post evah, zOMG!

For someone who has a lot to say, there is literally nothing popping into my head right now that I deem type-worthy.


Oh no wait, here's something. My runty rat (bless her) managed to just drag a huge pen from my desk to my lap. In her mouth. I took it away from her because I'm a bitch like that. She found it again. I would let her play with it, but I don't like it when whores eat my stationery, it's stressful and upsetting.
And my other less-runty rat (bless her also) just licked my ear. It was strangely arousing.

Um, so.

We went into town today. It was fun and all, but so crowded. And I didn't find a beanbag, which was one of three main reasons for me to go in, sigh. There's one on eGay I'll get instead. I woulda got that kickass one we saw (space things and robots, ftw), but it was made for five-year-old boys. While I managed to retain the mental capacity of such a group, I failed quite predominantly in the physical sense.
On the subject of robots, there was this shirt in Irving Baby with robots on it. It was amazing. It didn't fit very well, though.
Lauren and I bought bellybutton things for our ears, but my ears are gay and too fat or sommat - the stupid bars don't go the whole way through, and due to the hours of shoving fat bars through my earholes, they're not somewhat infected. Go figure.
I feel kind of bad for going into town today - just because I was working ten consecutive days and am a selfish ho that wanted a break, I told work that my dad was coming down from Canberra for a couple of days, and we're going up to Moonta to see my grandparents until Saturday afternoon. Hahaha, actually, karma caught up with me - Jessie from work bumped into us... that's gonna be awkward to explain on Tuesday.
I feel kind of bad, especially since I didn't even end up going to that party tonight that woulda left me trashed and having to get up at 5.30am (had I not told that naughty fib); it was kind of the entire reason I decided to get out of work in the first place. Oh wellz. It means I've got plenty of time to clean like a bitch tomorrow before my sexy friends come over for fun taimez.

I've exhausted all there is to talk about, so I'm going now.

Over and out.