DRAMADRAMADRAMADRAMA CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP DRAMADRAMADRAMA
Yeah I'm doin okay. Things have been really good actually, I feel like I've gotten past that horribly depressed period. I really was in a bad state for quite a while, I can say in hindsight.
The funny feeling about it was that after a while the ache inside my heart almost became comforting, and I almost miss it being there...
Anyway enough being a girl's blouse...
I've reached the point in my life where I can go out and dance like a crazy retard and get wasted and push arrogant girls out of the way so I can do the electric boogaloo on the dancefloor at shitty clubs. The other night at NEXT was one of the funnest nights I've had in a really long time. Me and Brad are going to Back In The Day and fuckin dancing like insane homosexuals it out to 80s metal classics tonite.
Also my new found lust for life has re-ignited the desire to become healthier, I've been exercising like mad this week. JUst this morning we walked/jogged/ran the to Johnston St and back (which was about 7km)and then I did 100 sit-ups. The other day I mashed my leg up when I fell off my $6 BMX in Toorak somewhere, so now I have this bandage around my ankle like some sort of wounded war vet. Yeah, give me pity.
High points:
*Brad's rendition of that terrible Black Eyed Peas, pretty much consists of him going "DONT WANT NO DRAMADRAMADRAMADRAMADRAMA D-DRAMA DRAMA" hahaha or him clapping along to Sonya Dada wildly out of time.
*Luke being awesome
*Nick comming home just in time for awesomeness.
*My fucking awesome new canvas ADDIDAS shoes with fat laces.
*The new DangerDoom album. What ever fucking candy arsed bullshit reactionary, over done gangster shit you listen to is not gonna even compare to MF Doom and Dangermouse doing what more people should. Actually making fucking great hip hop.
Low points
*That fucking cat killing things constantly, I had to rescue some poor defenceless bird of of that evil fucker last night. I swear if it does anything else and its going straight to the glue factory.
*Sending messages when Im drunk to someone who probably has had enough of my sending her drunk messages.
*Driving everyday. I hate driving. I hate what it does to you, it changes you. You lose patience, empathy, reason. I resent the fact that I am relient on my own moving sarcophagus, shut out from the outside world, edging closer to my eventual demise. My heart is filled with a fear, a thick choking dread, that I will one day be trapped in a tomb of twisted metal, crushing me, peircing my flesh. A most mundane, yet shockingly violent way to leave this mortal coil... loaded into the back of an ambulance while the idiots of the world slow down to witness my final moments and be thankful that they were not lucky enough to step on a rainbow in such a manner.
Anyway, lets be happy its SATURDAY!!! YAAAYYYY
The funny feeling about it was that after a while the ache inside my heart almost became comforting, and I almost miss it being there...
Anyway enough being a girl's blouse...
I've reached the point in my life where I can go out and dance like a crazy retard and get wasted and push arrogant girls out of the way so I can do the electric boogaloo on the dancefloor at shitty clubs. The other night at NEXT was one of the funnest nights I've had in a really long time. Me and Brad are going to Back In The Day and fuckin dancing like insane homosexuals it out to 80s metal classics tonite.
Also my new found lust for life has re-ignited the desire to become healthier, I've been exercising like mad this week. JUst this morning we walked/jogged/ran the to Johnston St and back (which was about 7km)and then I did 100 sit-ups. The other day I mashed my leg up when I fell off my $6 BMX in Toorak somewhere, so now I have this bandage around my ankle like some sort of wounded war vet. Yeah, give me pity.
High points:
*Brad's rendition of that terrible Black Eyed Peas, pretty much consists of him going "DONT WANT NO DRAMADRAMADRAMADRAMADRAMA D-DRAMA DRAMA" hahaha or him clapping along to Sonya Dada wildly out of time.
*Luke being awesome
*Nick comming home just in time for awesomeness.
*My fucking awesome new canvas ADDIDAS shoes with fat laces.
*The new DangerDoom album. What ever fucking candy arsed bullshit reactionary, over done gangster shit you listen to is not gonna even compare to MF Doom and Dangermouse doing what more people should. Actually making fucking great hip hop.
Low points
*That fucking cat killing things constantly, I had to rescue some poor defenceless bird of of that evil fucker last night. I swear if it does anything else and its going straight to the glue factory.
*Sending messages when Im drunk to someone who probably has had enough of my sending her drunk messages.
*Driving everyday. I hate driving. I hate what it does to you, it changes you. You lose patience, empathy, reason. I resent the fact that I am relient on my own moving sarcophagus, shut out from the outside world, edging closer to my eventual demise. My heart is filled with a fear, a thick choking dread, that I will one day be trapped in a tomb of twisted metal, crushing me, peircing my flesh. A most mundane, yet shockingly violent way to leave this mortal coil... loaded into the back of an ambulance while the idiots of the world slow down to witness my final moments and be thankful that they were not lucky enough to step on a rainbow in such a manner.
Anyway, lets be happy its SATURDAY!!! YAAAYYYY