The Story of Easter.
... they celebrate Easter the exact same way we do:
commemorating the death and resurrection of Jesus by telling our children a giant bunny rabbit left chocolate eggs in the night. Now, I wonder why we’re fucked up as a race.
Anybody got any idea? You know, I’ve read the Bible. I can’t find the word bunny or chocolate anywhere in the fucking book. Where do they come up with this shit? Why not goldfish left Lincoln logs in your sock drawer? As long as you’re making shit up - you know - go hog-wild. At least the goldfish with a Lincoln log on its back going across your carpet has some miraculous connotations: "Mum, today I found a Lincoln log in me sock drawer." That’s the story of Jesus...
That pretty much sums it all up. Actually, this year i've found being on the Gold Coast for Easter even more painful than ususal. probably because all the bottle shops are shut all freakin' weekend. not being the churchgoing type, i figure the best thing to do i drink... but sadly, we have to make way for the bunny on the roads so I can't have a bloody beer!
on top of all this, i get a call thismorning from my mother (who i'm avoiding like the plague) telling me that they're going to have to get my dog put down, cause he'd had a stroke at somepoint over the previous day. i've had him since I was 9. what can you do though? if nothing else it gives you an inidication of the truely shithouse nature of the gold coast. I swear it's channeling some weird energy 24/7.
On brighter things, I saw the Dave Matthews Band again at blue and roots on thursday... unfortunaly due toi traffic, i made it into the carpark just as The Chariot was finishing... tears. Dave was nothing less than a religious experience. oh, and did I mention that I met Carter Beauford on wednsday night? allllllriiiight!. now let's combine this with the big 1. simply put, the last time I had sex was august 2003... untill yesterday. woohoo! due to the confidentiality agreement I was forced to sign that's all I can divulge (not that you'd wanna hear the gory details anyway.)
I've got my Mojo workin'
commemorating the death and resurrection of Jesus by telling our children a giant bunny rabbit left chocolate eggs in the night. Now, I wonder why we’re fucked up as a race.
Anybody got any idea? You know, I’ve read the Bible. I can’t find the word bunny or chocolate anywhere in the fucking book. Where do they come up with this shit? Why not goldfish left Lincoln logs in your sock drawer? As long as you’re making shit up - you know - go hog-wild. At least the goldfish with a Lincoln log on its back going across your carpet has some miraculous connotations: "Mum, today I found a Lincoln log in me sock drawer." That’s the story of Jesus...
That pretty much sums it all up. Actually, this year i've found being on the Gold Coast for Easter even more painful than ususal. probably because all the bottle shops are shut all freakin' weekend. not being the churchgoing type, i figure the best thing to do i drink... but sadly, we have to make way for the bunny on the roads so I can't have a bloody beer!
on top of all this, i get a call thismorning from my mother (who i'm avoiding like the plague) telling me that they're going to have to get my dog put down, cause he'd had a stroke at somepoint over the previous day. i've had him since I was 9. what can you do though? if nothing else it gives you an inidication of the truely shithouse nature of the gold coast. I swear it's channeling some weird energy 24/7.
On brighter things, I saw the Dave Matthews Band again at blue and roots on thursday... unfortunaly due toi traffic, i made it into the carpark just as The Chariot was finishing... tears. Dave was nothing less than a religious experience. oh, and did I mention that I met Carter Beauford on wednsday night? allllllriiiight!. now let's combine this with the big 1. simply put, the last time I had sex was august 2003... untill yesterday. woohoo! due to the confidentiality agreement I was forced to sign that's all I can divulge (not that you'd wanna hear the gory details anyway.)
I've got my Mojo workin'