Monday, August 24, 2009

People who choose to believe you have nothing better to do....

Oh why dont you go fuck yaself ya fat prick. Get your own way there. Cook your own fucking food. Fuck ya. You said you wanted to go the hotel so that's where youre going. No.....Bad luck.

Lookout This redeemed most of what took place today. This and salt and pepper squid and a few brews on a Monday night.

But I tell ya what....The traffic was fucked and I spent an entire day, infact Ive spent an entire month or two with people who are the equivalent of babies. 'Oooh I shit my pants can you clean it for me?'

'Yes certainly sir. Would your wife like me to drive her to the movies during or after ive cleaned your nappy? Certainly sir. Thankyou. It's no trouble at all.'

But then when you hear guitars and songs that are so muddled up only to burst forth with hooks like this you think to know what...?

Im glad you sir are a small child that shits itself and needs its hand held. Cos then I get to keep songs like this to myself and all you can do is get fatter and fatter on seared tuna......

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Feel so good

Yesterday I felt so good. Like, clear as a ninja must do before he strikes at the very heart of his enemy. It was amazing. I was officially in the zone. Today? Different story. Im in the zone alright but it's the same zone I hit when at high school on a winters day trying to swallow algebra. Im fucked. Alert as a hippo. Nimble as dying fly.

The other night coming home from work I heard this voice over the airwaves and I remembered a trip I did to the centre 11 years ago and I had it all planned out down to the cordial Id packed for various stages of dehydration. It was gunna be sick. Two hours in and the am radio started to pack it in so it was time to make the switch to cassettes. Each carefully thought out for different landscapes. Yee fuckin hah!

................?.........? Oh my god Id forgotten the cassettes. A mad scramble inside doors/gloveboxes and consoles coughed one tape up. The Dingoes. And I listened to it back to front from The Grampions to Alice Springs. When I hear this voice now Im fucked. I love it.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Beaches in Mexico

My friend gave me some good advice today. Work ya guts out for as long as you can and then with the money you make, buy a beach house for yourself on the best beach in the world. Which beach is that you ask? Well it depends doesnt it? Warm water? Real sand? Small pebbles? Shark-free? Snorkel worthy? Fuck it I dont care. His point still stands and I hope I get to put it to use. At the rate Bombed Village and I are putting along we'll be able to buy a tug boat to pull the ships driven by drunken sailors onto shitty South African coastline free. And we'll be stoked! We'll turn the ship into a milk bar for marlin, and once that's paid for itself...well we'll turn it into a record store. And then who'll be laughing?

Ive said it before but ill say it again...I head bang hard to this!! Except this time Im taking all my clothes off before hand, no make that during, and Im gunna tip a full, no make that a half a beer all over myself. And quickly mop it up before anyone comes home!