Two in a row

What am I doing? Two days in a row I have posted here. It comes from a lack of life I tells ya.

Tommorow I get money, so I am off to town with my good freind Giles to spend it. Money has no use burning my pockets, so why not spend it on booze and other nesisities? Like pasta and tomatoes. It's what I have survived on for the last week, which also means that each meal costs about 20 cents. You gotta learn to live like a damn hippy if you want to become a serious alkie.

In real life, NOTHING IS HAPPENING. The biggest event this week is my father's birthday. Good on the old man for getting a year older and everything, but it is a bit pathetic when you consider that my dairy has been counting down to his big day.

Off to sing a little song. Lalala.

Doing the life limbo

Ever thought you couldn't get any lower with out falling and getting seriously hurt? That' s what I would think if I was playing limbo sober. As it turns out, I am neiter limbo-ing nor am I sober.
No, I am in relationship limbo, the worst kind of limbo next to existance limbo and the waiting-for-some-big-company-to-attend-to-your-call limbo. At least this limbo isn't punctuated with bad quality recordings of Kenny Rogers songs.

So, to say the least, creativity is at an all time low. I just managed to pump out a couple of short stories for the Sunday Star Times short story competition, but only because I had written them about a fourtnight ago and they only needed some very minor tweaking. Honestly, I feel about as creative and inspired as an exceptionally unemotional lump of coal.

in short, I feel sick.

reeeee...scrischwishyEEEEEE!!

Oh, how I love dial up connections. You see, you may think that I have just been to lazy or to drunk to post here but in reality it has taken the better part of the last month for ANYTHING TO LOAD! God damn kiwi online straight to purgatory, where it and it's unholy services will spend the rest of eternity listening to my theatre tutor. Whats that mr.tutor? you just spent the last two hours of my life on mind-numbing drivel? Seems I must now eat your family.

In the real world, life has not been good to poor flanny. (Thats right! Prepare for the bitch moan whine! Your ears will bleed in the boredom!) But with relationship problems and the taste of rank in my mouth each morning I think I am fully justified in only going to the minimal amount of classes needed to pass my courses. On a plus, however, this leaves plenty of time for writing. Damn you Sunday Star Times, I will win your $5000 which I will then spend on keg beer and scratchy tickets. In that order.

I have new jeans. one pair black, the other blue, both the same style, cut, price and purchaced in the same shop, at the same time. So tell me, why does is the black pair unable to stay on my comfortable hips and have a fly that is bent on exposing my shriveld lump of manhood to the world? No one wants to see that. I don't want to see that.

That bastard Satan has even infutrated postie plus. If he wasn't already, I would damn him to hell.

Going to massey today to play pool and drink beer. Untill then I will sit in the sun and do sweet nothing. And yes, I will still moan about how awful my life is.

Moan bitchy whine.