Fer some reason, feel nearly too punchy to type. Got drunk with the boss last night, staggered around clubs telling people they had to leave...good times.
But seriously; six am and am more or less hallucinating here. What the Jesus-licking fuck ( Read more... )

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I have the Bird Flu. Stop. Natural remedies aren't helping, except to distract me from the Bird Flu with pretty colours and a hazy flashback effect. Stop. Smoke on the Water is a nice song. Stop.
Need to hold onto reality for just two more days. Stop.

Send help. Stop.

About the most terrifying thing that can happen to a town around these parts is to have said town fall prey to a Bikie Assault.
Bikies (motorcycle lifestyle enthusiasts) are powerful media fodder around here; one part drug-fueled horde, one part eccentric philanthropist. All are expected to behave with at least a small amount of disrespect for ( Read more... )

PS: Damn my teeth hurt.

...and that's how I became a martial arts instructor ( Read more... )

...and that's how I became a nightclub bouncer ( Read more... )

Huh. Feeding liquor to a whole bunch of large, tattooed Italian folk.
And man the band was awesome. Extra points for the fact that the groom was on leads and didn't suck at all.

Anyway, didn't see any of that coming. Great night.

Been a while, I guess ( Read more... )

1) With regard to the concept of control and ownership, I can't help but flash back to a scene from the Matrix trilogy which states a point succinctly: the ability to destroy something is apparently tantamount to owning it ( Read more... )