meander, keep moving, that's what it's all about isn't it?! not the hokey pokey, that just CAN'T be what it's all about...

Sunday, June 18, 2006

ok a few things...

i shouldnt have to be subjected to:
a) the new pearl jam song
b) a drunken 'friend' staring straight down my top
c) fucktards at bars harrassing loads of chicks and me having to have them removed by the bouncer
d) work colleagues thinking its cool that one of them punched the other one in the face and telling me about it when i didnt even ask to hear about it... they can frock off tenthousand.

this world is starting to really aggrevate me and i dont like feeling this way. hmph.

was a marshal for the pride march to fair day yesterday and had a really great time, dressed in pink, of course!!
yay scottie, you did good!

if i dont see my favourite person today i will simply burst, because i think it would make me feel a whole lot better than i currently do.


Sunday, June 04, 2006

so I'm reading Dead Famous...

by Ben Elton at the moment and it's kind of a crack up and is satisfying my reality tv fixation without me having to watch any reality tv. which is great really cos this years series of bb has let me down big time. i mean it's been a long time coming really as it's been slowly going down-hill.

bring back the biggest loser immediately please. "OH YOURE GORGEOUS!!"

and i even missed the finale of the amazing race. i hope the hippies won, they cracked me up.

apart from those two programs, reality stuff doesnt interest me any more. which is a darned good thing. i'd rather go out and kill my brain cells with alcohol to be quite frank.

friday we headed into the Powerhouse for the Pride Festival Launch. One of my closest friends is on the Committee that organises the festival so we went to show our support for a job well done.

peter sellars 'the party' was being projected on the wall of the powerhouse which was pretty spectacular, and there was loads of colour, sparkles and fine people about. all good fun.

then i went to the story bridge hotel. remind me to never never go there again.

The next weekend shall be particularly boring because i am running out of pay cheque (damn getting paid monthly is KILLING me... softly)... how un-fun. Wish there was a boy around here somewhere *scratching head* - hmmm.... *searches under the futon*... no didnt leave one there...