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| Ah , LiveJournal. |
[06 Jul 2009|06:36pm] |
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I think my time at LiveJournal has come to an end. I don't feel the urge to write useless things here any longer. I'll keep it to browse through the good times and my emo moments, but there won't be anything new. It seems in the world today, all you need is a status update.
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| Home. |
[25 Jun 2009|08:03am] |
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I'm back. I'm depressed. I don't want to be here.
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| Bam Bow |
[24 May 2009|03:54pm] |
Okay, my fucking Eee PC and died on me, so the posts have decreased more than I would like. I'm heading to NYC tomorrow so hopefully I'll have it fixed somewhere. Oh wait, it's Memorial Day tomorrow. I don't really know what that is but I think it means everything is shut.
Anyway, I'm in Seattle. I like it, but I don't love it. The first person I spoke to here (the bus driver) was an arse and it kinda went from there. The hotel is great though and smack bang downtown, right near Pike Place Market (like Vic Market but run by hippies), Nordstrom, Macy's and my favourite, Betsey Johnson (it's right next door). Everyone has tattoos.
I've done the most shopping here in Seattle, buying lots of Betsey, perfume, a Swatch watch for $30USD and Tweezerman tweezer for $11USD.
Today I did the touristy things like the Space Needle, Experience Music Project and Science Fiction Museum, all fun. I'll write more at the other blog.
NYC tomorrow!
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[21 May 2009|06:18pm] |
Hiiiii.
I'm in America and am writing about it, mainly at travelbabble.wordpress.com
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| Life. |
[15 May 2009|10:53pm] |
There used to be a show on SBS, for the life of me I can't remember the name, but it focused on one guy interviewing random people in city streets of Australia, and telling their stories. I think each person was interviewed for fifteen minutes. All sorts of people were interviewed and every one of them interesting.
Alas, the world's not like that today. Everyone's in it for themselves and nobody gives a shit.
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| Two things |
[27 Apr 2009|07:28pm] |
I started my new job today. My first rotation is in Dairy. I filled the shelves with juice, marked down yoghurt and wasted off damaged goods. Next week I'll be in Fresh Produce. Nick, the manager, looks like an interesting kinda guy. The store is HUGE, and nobody knows each other. It's rather cold in that respect. The OIC is nice though, which makes for a change.
Last night I went and saw Eagles of Death Metal at The Palace. I say EODM loosely because only one half of the band was there. I knew some time before that Josh wasn't gonna show up, but I was still really annoyed that he doesn't join the tours. I can't remember the last time he toured with the band. Why does he think he doesn't have to show up to the gigs!?
Anyway, Jesse more than made up for it. He joins Perry Farrell as being one of the most enigmatic front men. He had me mesmerised for the entire show. And he was totally getting off on the audience. Great show. Shit sound, not unusual for The Palace. Oh and Joey Castillo. Drumming machine.
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[12 Apr 2009|11:01am] |
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My Mum is awesome. She totally organised an Easter egg hunt for me in our house.
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| Everybody should love Les Savy Fav. |
[04 Apr 2009|09:30pm] |
I have to tell you, I went and saw Janeane Garafalo the other night. She was fantastic. Diminutive in size, she made up for it in personality. I felt like I was on her couch and we were just having a coffee and a chat. And she's hilarious. I was worried she wouldn't be funny, but apparently she's been doing stand-up since 1985.
I was stunned when she started talking about her eating habits because they are exactly like mine. It's not only comforting to hear someone else is like me, but it opened my eyes to what I do exactly. Carla saw it too, and it made her happy to talk about it with me after the show.
Ah, Janeane. She was so awesome.
In other news, I got some sort of silly promotion. I leave my store on April 24, and head to Victoria Gardens. A nice, large, busy store. Yikes. It's hard to describe what my new job entails. I'm a retail leader; basically I'm training in every department so that one day I can run a store. It means more hours, more responsibility, and climbing my way to the top again, but I got a shit awesome pay rise, and I'm up for the challenge.
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[03 Mar 2009|11:50pm] |
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I feel like I'm making the biggest mistake of my life.
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[23 Feb 2009|10:50pm] |
What the motherfucker? KOL and Foo Fighters playing a benefit gig together? I would totally go to that. I hope it's true. I hope they don't play that stoopid song that even THEY hate.
Yeah yeah.
I am wasted from tiredness. No?
It's Midnight Oil, no FF. I also realised KOL will only play the popular songs. Meh. I'll wait 'til San Francisco.
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| What. The. Fuck. |
[21 Feb 2009|03:24pm] |
Westboro Baptist Church
(WBC Chronicles - Since 1955)
3701 SW 12th Street Topeka, Kansas 66604 784-273-0325 www.godhatesfags.com
Religious Opinion and Bible Commentary on Current Events
Thursday, February 12, 2009
GOD HATES AUSTRALIA.
God hates Australia, land of the sodomite damned. The faginfested
land of Australia is burning. The fire of God's wrath is
sending hundreds of fIlthy Australian beasts straight to Hell. We
at Westboro Baptist Church are rejoicing, and we are praying for
the dear Lord to burn many more Australians alive. We have
warned Australia. In retaliation for our faithful Gospel preaching
when the vile Australian actor Heath Ledger died, Australia
vilified us. Fag-run Australia sent one of their dirty bastards to
interrupt our religious street-preaching service by sexually
molesting our member, videographed the incident, and then ran
it on YouTube for thousands to see it around the world. Australia
has thus desecrated the sacred worship of the temple of God at
Westboro Baptist Church. And, it is written, "If any man defile
the temple of God, him shall God destroy." 1 Cor. 3:17. All the
false prophets of Australia, indeed, all the false prophets of the
world - praying for Australia - will only hurt you more, in fact,
will only further enrage God at Australia. Don't you stupid
Ausies get it. Australia is doomed. Nothing and nobody can help
you. You have sinned wilfully after you received the knowledge
of the truth, and, under those circumstances there remaineth no
more sacrifice for sin, but a certain fearful looking-for of
judgment and fiery indignation which shall devour the
adversaries. Heb.10:26,27.
For further irrefutable proof that God hates Australia, go to, God
hates the world.com, and click on, Australia. Amen.
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| My neck of the woods. |
[18 Feb 2009|12:25am] |
I have brown BROWN BrOwN bRoWn hair.
I am soooo tired from work, but they liked me, so that was good. They are the regional managers from around Australia. They said I had a sparkle in my eye.
I am going. Going. Going.
I realllyyyy need to go over this wrist tattoo. It is disgustingly faded.
I hired a buncha new people. Weeeee.
I think my car wants to rest in peace.
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| Fuck Y'all. |
[03 Feb 2009|10:43pm] |
Ugh. I really want to go to Bonnaroo. Really. Matthew is making it hard to say no. What to do, what to do?
I miss him and our drinking ways.
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[29 Jan 2009|06:34pm] |
News doesn't usually affect me, but while I was driving home tonight I heard about this and started sobbing in my car.
Fuck.
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| My dream before I forget it. |
[25 Jan 2009|08:33am] |
Before I start - I do not have tickets to Kings of Leon's upcoming show.
In my dream it was the night of their gig, and I was standing outside of the building they were playing in, near to the stage. Carla was there too, as well as some other friends. There were bouncers and groupies and media gathered around also. The door kept opening and I could hear random grabs of Caleb singing, and all they were performing was their boring new songs. I was getting angry.
I started preaching to my friends and random bystanders about how good KOL used to be, and told anyone that would listen how truly disappointed I was in them. A bouncer was listening to me and approached me. He told me if I wanted two VIP passes I was to run up to his apartment and fetch them.
His apartment was next door to the stadium, at the top of a hill that only some rickety old stairs could lead me up. I also had to take an old lady up the hill in order to get the tickets. She fell over once.
After reaching his apartment, I grabbed the passes and started jumping back down the hill. By the time I reached the stadium, KOL were performing their last song (one I didn't recognise). I was now inside the stadium but the crowd was leaving.
With my VIP pass, I ventured backstage trying to find them.
And then I woke up.
Sorry if this makes no sense. I woke up literally three minutes ago.
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| Click. |
[18 Jan 2009|02:25pm] |
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A few weeks ago I went to get a roll of film developed. The result was four very dark photos and and the rest was wasted film. I was pretty devastated because the roll was from my holiday in the States. Specifically, of one very drunken night in New Orleans. Now, the camera I was using didn't have a flash (it's an Action Sampler), so I knew I would be lucky if they did turn out, but last night I came to the realisation that I had taken a whole heap of day shots in California/Arizona, and I wondered to myself why they hadn't turned out. And that's when I realised, in my drunken stupor that night in New Orleans, I had finished one roll of film and thrown in a second, which is the one I tried to develop. And the moral of this story is; somewhere in my house there is a roll of film with potentially awesome photos on it.
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