Bad tattoo on every boy you see....
I drove to work eating a bubblegum Zooper Dooper and blasting 'Four' by Seaweed. I am pumped for summer. I have a towel and beach shorts in the car at all times, in case I wanna go to the beach after work.
The helloween party tonight is gonna fucking whup the donkey's ass, the three of us have put heaps of effort into our costumes, I'm going as my 13 year old self, complete with long hair and flannel and metal shirt. Yeah that whole saying about taking the boy out of Boronia but not ever really being able to get rid of the lice burried deep under the skin...
I thought I was having a existential crisis of self, re-evaluating my life and my cloudy direction and dubious purposes in life... turns out I just needed to do some dishes.
I've realised that the only goal I want to have in my life is to get to 40 and be a vegan nutbar (still) living in a tree with dreadlocks down to my arse, trying to pick up young hippy girls with my stories of the 90s and how crazy it was back then.
What I'm scared of is turning into one of those guys I see every morning on the freeway, doing 25 over the speed limit in their new V8 commodore/ european luxury car/4 wheel drive, hitting their steering wheel and desperatly trying to to get to work on time. I never want to start thinking about interest rates and the economy, or start agreeing with self-absorbed, greedy conservative ideas ("why dont they stop begging and get a job if they are so hungry?").
People like that seem like they got so swept up with everything that they forgot what the fuck they were doing and ended up with a wife and kids and shitty suburban house and never really had the brains to stop and said "fuck this Middle Management shit Barry, you gave Microtech Systems the best years of your life, why dont you go to your shitty new house in Caroline Springs, get your speedos and fuck off to fucking Tahiti, the girls have skin the colour of coffee cream and they dont wear tops".
It's like people are living their whole fucking lives working as hard as they can because somehow all going to pay off when they are what like 65? Holy shit will I even be around by then? I dont think so, Once I start deteriorating my children will be instructed to give me a swift tap to the back of the head.
This is funny becasue my Mum actually told me to do that once she starts forgetting her name and my name and dubious purposes in life.
It's funny how much cleaning a messy kitchen can make you feel so much better, even for a brief momnet before you have a halloween party. Seems those moments are worth having though, and bubblegum Zooper Doopers were made to be eaten on the freeway while cruising at 80kph.
The helloween party tonight is gonna fucking whup the donkey's ass, the three of us have put heaps of effort into our costumes, I'm going as my 13 year old self, complete with long hair and flannel and metal shirt. Yeah that whole saying about taking the boy out of Boronia but not ever really being able to get rid of the lice burried deep under the skin...
I thought I was having a existential crisis of self, re-evaluating my life and my cloudy direction and dubious purposes in life... turns out I just needed to do some dishes.
I've realised that the only goal I want to have in my life is to get to 40 and be a vegan nutbar (still) living in a tree with dreadlocks down to my arse, trying to pick up young hippy girls with my stories of the 90s and how crazy it was back then.
What I'm scared of is turning into one of those guys I see every morning on the freeway, doing 25 over the speed limit in their new V8 commodore/ european luxury car/4 wheel drive, hitting their steering wheel and desperatly trying to to get to work on time. I never want to start thinking about interest rates and the economy, or start agreeing with self-absorbed, greedy conservative ideas ("why dont they stop begging and get a job if they are so hungry?").
People like that seem like they got so swept up with everything that they forgot what the fuck they were doing and ended up with a wife and kids and shitty suburban house and never really had the brains to stop and said "fuck this Middle Management shit Barry, you gave Microtech Systems the best years of your life, why dont you go to your shitty new house in Caroline Springs, get your speedos and fuck off to fucking Tahiti, the girls have skin the colour of coffee cream and they dont wear tops".
It's like people are living their whole fucking lives working as hard as they can because somehow all going to pay off when they are what like 65? Holy shit will I even be around by then? I dont think so, Once I start deteriorating my children will be instructed to give me a swift tap to the back of the head.
This is funny becasue my Mum actually told me to do that once she starts forgetting her name and my name and dubious purposes in life.
It's funny how much cleaning a messy kitchen can make you feel so much better, even for a brief momnet before you have a halloween party. Seems those moments are worth having though, and bubblegum Zooper Doopers were made to be eaten on the freeway while cruising at 80kph.