Faces of D-grade's

Yeah, I don't know if you can see that but uh Xzibit (that took too long to type) and I are beyond chummy. Celeb's, well Xzibit isn't really a...nevermind, anyway celeb's will soon realise how amazing my book of face is and send me messages about tickets and "friendly reminders"

Onto more celeb's, I found Charlie Sheen's 23 year old daughter on Facebook too

Oh but she really isn't a....no it's ok, scrap that.

50

Blog entries. What a milestone.

It's probably also the number of times I have looked in the mirror and kind of missed my long hair.

Farewell, long and dead locks.

It was a decision I made when I was outside, the wind blowing all over my face and into my mouth, mouthful of split ends and nonsense. I'll miss it just a little.

[couple of hours later] Holy crap I forgot I was making an entry.

Anyway, I've ordered some Lacoste shoes and will (hopefully) be making my merry way down to Parramatta to pick them up. I'll be cleaning my house before that.

Fucking dirty house.

I think I'm going to get a Bubble-O-Bill tomorrow.

You know, Alexa Chung

You don't have to be so fucking cute, but you are!

Friday epiphany

Last night I discovered the beauty of concrete and Campari.

Six different drinks, incredibly deep conversations, cigarettes and Campari breath and taxi drivers almost taking us to the Inner West (!) which would have cost at least $40 (!!!!!).
The feeling of coming home and brushing your teeth after a long day like that is unutterably the best feeling in the world. Furry teeth and rank breath be gone!


Now I'm going to end it here because I need to shower. My hair smells like city and cigarettes.

Spring Holiday Scheme

Get drunk and eat watermelons in the sun. God, it's going to be righteous. In the words of poor Hum, I'm entering a plane of being where nothing matters.

I'll probably read a book in between the intoxication and the watermelon consumption and the heatstroke. Maybe tan a little and learn how to make potato bake. I'll document this for my own amusement. When it's too hot, I'll find a chatroom and mess with people and tell them they have no life, when in fact I went out of my way to annoy them.








Oh and I probably want to get a little high in between all of that.

Really.

Tastes like shit.

Abject failure

Apparently, St. Uriel you are my Guardian Angel.

That's interesting 'cause..

WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU WHEN I JACKED UP MY LEFT SHIN ON METAL STAIRS?