It's late. Let me say this:

Writing is really hard sometimes.

I've been doing lots of stuff, lots of stuff has been happening, but I still can't seem to get anything to come from my mind and come to rest neatly and succinctly on the page.

Also I'm thirsty.

Work is over.

Jolly nice.

I am the lamentably lazy lord of lethargic leisure.

That was a struggle.

There is space in my home so there is space in my mind, my body and my soul. My world is open.

Feng Shui is bullshit, There is no unified theory of making your surrounds make you feel better, but there is a definite payoff for shifting and adjusting until your chakras align.

I am an ethereal, invincible, elastic, extraexistential being...






...And it is all thanks to my new hammock.

So, I live in Parramatta now. Also I go to AIM. It is swell.

So my point for this week is...

I am out of the loop, so when shit goes down you need to let me know.

Case in point:

Scott, you and Charli? Since when? That's awesome dude! Have this high five...

Bevin isn't broke this week? Incredible.

I think I make it abundantly clear that I have no idea what goes down.

Also, while you're telling me things, why not ask me about how I am going? It's fun to communicate.

And remember, safety dance isn't as safe as they say it is.


P.S. I walked through a glass door and now I have a cool scar on my hand. Chicks dig it.

Just two quick notes.

1.) I have a job now, at a restaurant in Berrima, they are stupidly generous with their pay, but I'm not complaining.

2.) I got into bachelor of music at AIM. I know I didn't mention I was trying out earlier, but I did. I went and sang a couple of songs and a scale or two and gave them a CV and the silly buggers let me in.

Thank you.

Buenos noches muchachos e muchachas!

I have nothing to say, and on this note I shall begin:

I dig music, you know? I dig it. Ken says I have no ambition. While I was working at the firm I was getting sort of ten bucks an hour for proper work while caedyn would get 4 figures every now and then for being at college in America. America is cheaper and he does no work, I think this affected my work ethic. That's not the issue though. Do you want something? Like, really want it? Tell me about it. Are you embarrassed to want it? Tell me, I like to know. I wish I was more spiteful. Spite seems to make people rich, which is good news for Scott, the most spiteful man of all time. I can see Scott coming back to life just to spite the undertaker. What a great guy. I want things, I'm embarrassed. I'm finding work difficult. Not doing it, getting it. I got a job at a restaurant the other day. Working the bar, sweet gig. Bastards won't give me any shifts. Even when I get work, I don't get WORK. I don't understand it, at some stage this run has got to end. Maybe I should just die in a gutter somewhere, bloated, blue and cold. Is that being a bit melodramatic? I think so. A bit of melodrama now and again isn't something to be scoffed at, I think we should all work towards more ridiculous love scenes, outrageous arguments, silly depressive episodes. Are we a passionate people? I doubt it. We all seem a little content, you know? I've never been to Italy, but they seem quite passionate about things. Also France, they know how to protest. We're far too polite as a nation. I think we should all start writing angry letters, all the time. Whenever anyone does anything wrong, angry letter. Whenever they do good, positive letter. Not too often though, I guess, or we'll start writing angry letters to people because they wrote a crap letter. I love salami. I like to write songs sometimes. Did I tell you that Jason got an 8 track recorder? It's awesome, he puts down 5 guitar tracks, I play a bit of bass and then struggle to make the vocal heard in the mix. Go to [link] to find out what I mean. But that guy is great, I think he's read the manual now and everything. Scott didn't get the house, which sucks, because it would have ruled being able to just walk over the hill to visit him. That guy is great too. I used to be a real prick. I'm still a prick, but I was a real bastard. It seems that sometimes I'm wrong these days. I never used to be, what a prick that guy was. Passion! We need to be a bit more passionate I think. Maybe start using a bit of spice in our food. Why is safron so expensive? I love that stuff but it's not cheap. At. All. I have a job interview tomorrow at 9.30am so I should probably go to bedtown. Yes, I will, but I will sleep passionately. Naked and under a sheet, no doona. Yes. Good plan. Also I get to see the Shins tomorrow, I like them, although they could probably stand to be a little more passionate too. We'll see. Good night.