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You know what the trouble about real life is? There’s no danger music…

August 23, 2008

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Walking around the city is exhausting. Who’d have thought i’d be living with this boy again and in Australia no less. You can’t predict a thing…

I decided I need to stop throwing out peace signs all the god damn time. As a refreshing change I was thinking something along the lines of this instead…

Then I thought maybe i’ll go down the cerebral palsy route and chuck something like Tuan here…

In the end I decided on something simpler but nonetheless decent enough to be seen in a photograph…

At first I thought definitely without the glove but now I think maybe it’ll keep me on the cutting gang-sign edge if I keep it. I imagine this is how Michael Jackson felt when deciding whether or not to wear his white glove out to public engagements or just keep it as an onstage accoutrement. I think he made the right decision.

We went into a vintage store on Flinders today and there were two items that I wanted to buy but couldn’t because i’m a broke ass jew. One was a brown 80s style jacket that was that kind of polyester quilted material with a red, yellow and brown striped collar and cuffs the other was a red and blue beanie with snowflakes on it. I love 80s clothes. I’m willing to exchange $90 worth of cupcakes for equal Australian currency. That amount of cupcake could probably feed you for about 2 weeks, probably more, depending on who you are. It might also make you Hyperglycaemic but who cares, I want that jacket.

I started reading this

I find Chuck Klosterman endlessly comical. If I could write like anyone it would be him or Mia Timpano

Earlier I tried trimming my fringe. I think i’m satisfied. The uneven edge only serves to represent my erratic and fluctuant personality. This, of course isn’t, true. I’m pretty stable. Or am I? The only reason I stopped cutting was because I feared Rouln would enter the bathroom and thus rain down some Rhianna-Jade wrath. She doesn’t like my hair. She’s a bitch. If you’re reading this I love you and will do anything you ask me to. Even buy you chocolate in the rain.

Ah, Friday nights.

Ah, Friday nights.

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