Buttchum.
The last few days have been... "fucking strange."
Thank-you Julian.
On Thursday I got this needle-pickling call from my mum. To scrumpt it up, her anti-depressants have fucked her up and she is now on an anti-psychotic drug. Sweet! So we went away to the Bunya Mountains for four days. A crap four days might I say?
"Yes, you might..."
Okay, well they were crap. She feels crap.
But that's a lot of gloomy kabosch and I don't feel like talking about it, you know why?
"No... why?"
Because I am one very fucking happy little cricket, that's why.
I guess it's the freedom. I have my whole life ahead of me, and I can spend it traveling the world and making farms and writing screenplays if I want. I can work in an orphanage in Nepal and go on sea explorations for animal preservation agencies. I can do whatever I want, everything seems to make sense to me now. I guess I've finally realised the truest heights of joy involved in being selfish. And the good selfish; the selfish that lets you decide how you want to run your life, not the selfish that makes you kick puppies when you don't get what you want.
"NICE SEGUE MAN!"
Speaking of puppies, THEY HAVE FINALLY HATCHED. Bella Lugosi is a mummy. There are five boys and three girls, and they look like blind little rats. Mine (for now) is called Sushi. OH I LOVE YOU LITTLE SU-SHI!
There's my little mum-stuff! Full of milky lady juice.
AND THE GREATEST NEWS YET!
Marina is going to come for the holidays. I am so, so, so happy. It is the greatest news ever.
So to re-cap, blind-runt-pups + sister-visitage + europa =
PEE. ESS! BEWARE OF STALK WEEK, COMING TO YOU SOON.
Thank-you Julian.
On Thursday I got this needle-pickling call from my mum. To scrumpt it up, her anti-depressants have fucked her up and she is now on an anti-psychotic drug. Sweet! So we went away to the Bunya Mountains for four days. A crap four days might I say?
"Yes, you might..."
Okay, well they were crap. She feels crap.
But that's a lot of gloomy kabosch and I don't feel like talking about it, you know why?
"No... why?"
Because I am one very fucking happy little cricket, that's why.
I guess it's the freedom. I have my whole life ahead of me, and I can spend it traveling the world and making farms and writing screenplays if I want. I can work in an orphanage in Nepal and go on sea explorations for animal preservation agencies. I can do whatever I want, everything seems to make sense to me now. I guess I've finally realised the truest heights of joy involved in being selfish. And the good selfish; the selfish that lets you decide how you want to run your life, not the selfish that makes you kick puppies when you don't get what you want.
"NICE SEGUE MAN!"
Speaking of puppies, THEY HAVE FINALLY HATCHED. Bella Lugosi is a mummy. There are five boys and three girls, and they look like blind little rats. Mine (for now) is called Sushi. OH I LOVE YOU LITTLE SU-SHI!
There's my little mum-stuff! Full of milky lady juice.
AND THE GREATEST NEWS YET!
Marina is going to come for the holidays. I am so, so, so happy. It is the greatest news ever.
So to re-cap, blind-runt-pups + sister-visitage + europa =
PEE. ESS! BEWARE OF STALK WEEK, COMING TO YOU SOON.