I am back in waipuk. I don't exactly have alot of spare time at the flat (most of it is spent gazing out the window and playing freecell) but while im back I intend to chain myself to the computer. With the chains immoveable.
In half an hour, however, I have to get the last of my Meningitusus injections. And then I will be INVINCIBLE! Thats right! I will be able to go out and lick any surface I like without fear! I will drink saliva for breakfast! Or then again, I might just stick with toast. Less gooey.
Anyone who reads this think on a regular basis/at all will be excited/commiting suicide when you hear that i want to write stuff for money. especially for the $5000 prize that the Sunday Star is giving away for short stories! I like money, so I's gonna write good big yes.
Why the hell does this damn iTunes program insist on merging the start and end of all my songs? I like my music to have clear cut endings. It's like catharsis for the ears. And it doesn't make everything sound like the auditory equivilent of my patented 'rice and gravy gloop' meal that I have been living off for the last week. If you put it on toast and close your eyes, it almost feels like meat.
Off to fester in my own filth.
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Uh, yeah, what that guy said.
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