i'm in the bedroom with a head full of snot
ack. i'm not sure what's worse, having a bunch of mucous pushing into the back of my eyeballs really fucking hard due to sinusitis or taking trucker speed to make it go away and feeling completely wired as a result. maybe it's something to do with assuming the beer i was washing it back with was close enough to water to make the warnings on the back of the packet about alcohol inapplicable, but i doubt it.
múm were the absolute fucking shit last night (the fold your hands... twins and duelling melodicas. does it get any better than that? i vote no), with bonus points for architecture and minimum chips supporting and brett sneaking in with a forged stamp that shouldn't have worked stylee hijinx.
i'm off to canberra for the weekend to visit mel and bugger around with her computer for a bit. yay. i'm saying goodbye to the la-de-dah big city notions of entertainment, and going to a place where there's so little to do that the kids are forced to make their own damn fun (which is the most genuine kind of fun there is), just like grandpaw used to do in the old days. making stilts out of old paint cans and string, rolling hoops along the ground with sticks, tying firecrackers to dog's tails, taking advantage of the climate to write one's name on mal colston's grave. that whole bit.
hopefully i get to see cat power too, if there's still tickets left (if chan did the whole "hello canberra, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?" shtick it would be the funniest goddamn thing ever, tho i'm guessing she won't. stupid mopey killjoy gap model). wooh.
múm were the absolute fucking shit last night (the fold your hands... twins and duelling melodicas. does it get any better than that? i vote no), with bonus points for architecture and minimum chips supporting and brett sneaking in with a forged stamp that shouldn't have worked stylee hijinx.
i'm off to canberra for the weekend to visit mel and bugger around with her computer for a bit. yay. i'm saying goodbye to the la-de-dah big city notions of entertainment, and going to a place where there's so little to do that the kids are forced to make their own damn fun (which is the most genuine kind of fun there is), just like grandpaw used to do in the old days. making stilts out of old paint cans and string, rolling hoops along the ground with sticks, tying firecrackers to dog's tails, taking advantage of the climate to write one's name on mal colston's grave. that whole bit.
hopefully i get to see cat power too, if there's still tickets left (if chan did the whole "hello canberra, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?" shtick it would be the funniest goddamn thing ever, tho i'm guessing she won't. stupid mopey killjoy gap model). wooh.