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Godamn, it's been aaages since I've done a journal. Is anybody even on Deviantart anymore? I'm not.
I just sign on to clear my messages and reasure my ADD nowadays.


Well, whats been up in my life in the last four months.
Lots, and a whole lot of nothing.

Got a job. The kids are okay.
But godamn, kids have so many germs. Purell is like gold dust, where I work.
I havent got a cold, yet. But soon enough I will. Mathematical certainty.

Um, oh. This year I have ticked off 2 of the 3 live acts I've always wanted to see (Jack Johnson/Matt Costa and the Foo Fighters). Life complete. Will die relatively happy, if I have to.

And, my most beloved friend and dog died, Emma.
That was hard, really really hard. It was pretty low there for a while, and still is.
I miss that thing like crazy, it's been so lonely without her. She was always my wingman, so it's been crazy lonely without her.

Fuck I miss her.

Kay so wow! I'm about to ball again if I keep talking about that.
Anyhoo, bye.



Go ... catch a chicken, or something.
Bye.

Hmm. I think it is time for a dot jot.



Over the past month I have:

Spent well over $300.00 at JB Hi-Fi. Damn you for ... for, being so cheap and Australian.
Why didn't I write this when I had something interesting to say?
Considered selling my soul to Family Guy.
Got sunburnt over two previous burns.
Shaken a fist in anger at the sun and promiscuous clouds.

What else.

Had a very good Christmas and New Years. Spent it doing what I love most in this world. Eating, sleeping and watching DVDs.
Had a great camping trip with the girls. T'was filled with many memorable moments. Infact I've made a list of that too.

Pimping out my car Bob with Boogey Boards on the roof racks. Hardcore, was it not?
The shitfuckfuck shit moments of getting on and off the Sealink boat.
The hours of awesomely bad road trip music (from S club 7 to Jesse McCartney).
The dick-face locals with drive way rage.
Oh, the free plastic table! And ahaha, strapping that onto the roof rack.
The Kitchingman booze cruise.
Reading and re-reading magazines.
Waking up to a child screaming "Stop it, no. Stop it! Nooo." Seriously considered ringing the police.
Dinner at bad restaurants
Drinking absenth. Didn't do shit. I was DISPLEASED. It just tasted like black jellybeans.

Don't like 'em black ones.


I'm off house-sitting for a week, for a family I babysitt for.
Wow. They must trust me, then.
And I have a job interview next week. Hoot.

Thats about it.
Comment for lulz.
I don't care anymore.

Journal Entry, journal entry ...
What pointless information can I bore everyone with?

Wow, I think my inner DA journal whore has been cured.
It's down to one a month, now.


Last week at the Nanny Centre until graduation on Thursday
We've been doing self defence for the past four mornings, and it's been very interesting. I don't know how being a nanny would provoke being stabbed or beaten to death, but I guess it will come in handy when I finally snap and burn the children to the ground.

We line up every morning to be strangled by our black belt Karate ass chopin' ninja instructer man.
Serially, if it were me and him in a fight to the death, I'd put my last dollar on him winning. I'd be fuckin' cheerleading for his team and selling his support t-shirts in the stands, I would die very quickly.
This guy is bad arse.


What else?

The Foo Fighters and Jack Johnson are coming to New Zealand
Oh my God, best announcements of the year.
My gig dreams would come true if I got tickets to them.

But damn you Jack for not coming to Auckland because the Vector is not "environmentally friendly" enough. That just means that your Auckland fans will have to fly/car down to wherever your playing, thus creating more carbon footprints ... or something.

We can't kayak everywhere.

I hope Matt Costa supports Jack Johnson, love that man.
And, I'm thinking, road trip or fly down.

But fuck, the Foo's will be fantastic.
Sweet jews for Jesus, awesome.
If I don't get tickets, I'm planning a con that I'm quite sure will work.
All others in desperation say "I".

Fraud for the win!

And, I'm ever so cheerful about the camping trip at the end of the year
So looking forward to it, I do hope it all works out.
Note: I will not be driving everyone to the wine tasting all the time and being sober driver, I would dearly like to be drunk for some of it, at least.




Kay bye.
Fuck your mother.



These people are cool.

Hello.
Thought I'd do a wee update for no reason.


It's my birthday in ... well tomorrow is Wednesday, so, if we're counting from then, then one day!

It's same old, same old my friends.
Clevedon fireworks this Friday (2nd) and get together at my house afterwards. Feel free to stay the night and such.
Sophie, your coming. Sarah, I have texted you, Menolly, do you even have the internets?
Marni, you miss out and therefore fail.
I dont know, so. Yeah, I guess.
Meet at my place from 4:30 onwards.


What else?
It's inorganic collection time, kids!
We've done a huge clean out this year, dishwasher, toasters, irons ... a whole bunch of crap.

Why am I telling you this, you ask?
Well, because, I just realised my Dad and I are complete rednecks.

We always have a laugh at the people that go hunting through other peoples shit with their trailers, and with everything we've thrown out this year it should go pretty quickly.
So, it was my evil decision, to cut the power cords to all of the eletrical appliances so people will have NO use for them if they do take them home, while we sit on the couch watching and laughing at these poor bastards with our Rum and Cokes.

I said, "Dad, all we need now is shot guns and straw hats".
He agreed. And then we laughed as a couple realised that their awesome new dishwasher find had a cut powercord, and their hillarious as FUCK reactions.

Cause you can't always get, what you waaaant.

All I have to say is: and and .
That is all.

Kay so, hello!

I've got a couple of important questions to ask everyone.


One. Who will be hauling ass to the Big Day Out next year?
And two, who wants to geek it up with me at the Armadeggon Expo next week (I'm good for Sunday and Monday, I have to make an appearance at a four year olds birthday party on Saturday ... wait ... uh, why?) and then perhaps hit "The Devil Dared Me To" while we're at it?

So, I dunno.
Lets all be proactive and social.


What else.
It's my BIRTHDAY soon.
I'm thinking, a solid day of paintballing, then a good old celebration of terrorism (fireworks), then a party, then ... I dunno, leave the rest to the Vodka and Rum.

I'm really, really poo pushing for a surfboard, from my olds.
But that will almost certainly not be likely. Ever.

I reject their reality.



Well, that is all.
As you were.







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