Hi Livejournal, it's certainly been a long time between posts.

I got itchy feet again, and quit my job at Evolution. At time of writing, I'm deadshit broke and will start getting calls from people wanting money etc, so I've decided I'm going to jump back in the game of hospitality for some cash.

For my birthday I bought a car. I'm now selling it to pay off my credit card debts and go to England. From there, I'll keep paying off my loan but I'll be earning british pounds so it won't be as harsh. I've even looked at how much it will cost to transfer money to Australia.. only 7 pounds.

I'm hoping to be heading to England on August 11. It's just a date that is sticking out to me - I wanna go on that date. I just hope I can sell the car and get my passport and visa etc. before the date. At this stage it isn't looking very likely.

How are you all?

x

I went to Sydney this weekend to see Steve and meet my bosses at evolution.

Was pretty fucking rad.

I can't be bothered with LJ anymore.

It's 41 degrees today. I wasn't looking forward to work today because I was up late last night watching Double Jeopardy which was on TV, what an awesomeeeeeee film.

Anyway, I went to work this morning and worked solid! Made lots of calls and sold a quarter page advert. Then, the internet melted. Yes, melted. We couldn't email or do any of our work, since its all based online.

So, we went to the pub next door. We sat outside under shade and drank a bottle of sav blanc and had a bit of a chinwag. After we'd downed the bottle, we went back to the office to try and fix the internet.

We tried and failed.

And then, just before 4pm, the power went out. Scott, the editor, said "Well, there's not much we can do now! Lets go home!"

So we got an early minute. God bless Summer. Fucking love it.

God I was so upset yesterday at picnic, and I'm never a sad drunk. I had a look on Wikipedia and according to that, theres some sort of correlation between depression and cannabis use. I'm going to test this theory and throw away my pot and see how we go. Fingers crossed, oh PS its world aids day. *red ribbon*

I'm increasingly getting sadder and sadder. I want this year to be over and I want to start again, but I'll be starting off with very little money. It's yet another depressing cycle.

I'm sitting at my desk at work and I've just received some marketing crap from a winery. It looks to be some sort of quarterly or half yearly summary of the activity of the winery. It starts up by saying:

'Often, a year is remembered through a handful of tragic events that commentators feel shaped our psyche or, when dramatic, caused us to lose our innocence.'

This could not be any more truthful when applied to 2008 & I. I feel as if I really grew up a lot this year, lost some innocence, learnt some harsh lessons about my relationships. Lovers, friends, relatives. Strangers. Customers.

Looking back through my livejournal and remembering what else has happened that I haven't written about, makes me want to forget the year.

Jake, Troy, Kimberley, Erin, Gede, Alex, Jarrad. All of these people have pissed me off because they've done something to cause me significant pain and attributed some negative aspects into every area of my life... namely: love, family, home, friends and work.

So, I continue reading the winery marketing mail out on my desk, relating it to my own plans for next year being better and brighter. Its gonna be about change.

'But life in the wine industry is more than the pursuit of financial rewards: it is the rewards of being closer to nature and the change of seasons; the friendships built and the sharing of your passion; it is feasting for your senses and bringing joy to others. It is more than just a drink.'.

Too damn right. I'm writing every Monday from now on.

I'm furious! Just got out of bed and lo and behold, they've fucking gone to the hospital without me! So I'm quite cross and getting ready to go to work, because I don't have the time to fuck around at home

I don't know what happened, but all these men are literally throwing themselves at me at the moment.

It's rad!

The dude who sexually abused my bro when he was a little kid had his house burn down this week. Karma is fantastic. The news article. His home insurance ran out on Sept. 15th too. He's got no money, no job, nothing. :)

This post is absolutely fucking insane!

Hmmmmmmm.

So, Tamsin, my old bosses wife. I think she's finally clicked on that her husband is finally having an affair. I get a call from her friend today, Nina, asking all sorts of questions about the affair, where they 'did' it, what sort of stuff they discussed, blah blah.

So anyways later this afternoon, Michael, from the restaurant.. calls up to say that Tamsin called him to ask the same questions!! I probed him for more detail, and turns out his phone bill arrived. Over 300 text messages to Erin and numerous phone calls at all hours. HMMMMM is all I have to say!!

I think its time to post some pictures.


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Hello Livejournal!

I have been keeping up to date with all of your entries, so I know how you all are, etc. I just find it difficult in thinking what to post, how I'll start it, what pictures I'll post, etc etc. It's very consuming when I don't have much energy!

Big news! I moved back to Adelaide. I've been here for a little under two weeks. I gave away all my possessions, and jumped on a plane back to South Australia. It's really good to be back hey, no stresses and I've got my family here and a few friends. It equals new opportunity, although this is such a boring city. It's all flat and straight.. no bendy streets, no hills.. just flat, straight roads.

You know, once you've moved away from your home city and you come back, you can really notice the details. Like how big sport is here. Football is MAJOR headline news. I guess I just forgot about that, coz in Brissy, you usually get stories about housefires, or robberies.. newsworthy stuff. Adelaide? You get a story about some bikies having a fight in a night club, and that the Crows lost the final.

I'm really looking forward to meeting some guys here. I've been spending heaps of time with Michael lately but I'm not keen on going backwards hey, I just wanna have fun with him and we can be mates. It'll be good.

So, I'm trying to get a job. It's proving a little difficult. I'm thinking I might have to wait tables for a while just so I can get some income!

Thinking once again bout Europe.

Thats all folks;

Adieu
x

Fran died a year ago yesterday. I think of her every time I see a frangiapani.

I just donated $5 to Cystic Fibrosis Queensland. I will do this every year, as much as I can afford.

I miss being in love.

My job is going FANTASTICALLY! :D

Dramas, Dramas galore in my life. More on this later!

New job today. Was great. I'm tired and can't even talk.

WE, the people of a free nation of blokes, sheilas and the occasional wanker. We come from many lands (although a few too many of us come from New Zealand) and although we live in the best country in the world, we reserve the right to bitch and moan about it whenever we bloody like. We are One Nation but we’re divided into many States.

First, there’s Victoria, named after a queen who didn’t believe in lesbians. Victoria is the realm of Mossimo turtlenecks, cafe latte, grand-final day and big horse races. Its capital is Melbourne, whose chief marketing pitch is that “it’s liveable”. At least that’s what they think. The rest of us think it is too bloody cold and wet.

Next, there’s NSW, the realm of pastel shorts, macchiato with sugar, thin books read quickly and millions of dancing queens. Its capital Sydney has more queens than any other city in the world and is proud of it. Its mascots are Bondi lifesavers who pull their Speedos up their cracks to keep the left and right sides of their brains separate.

Down south we have Tasmania, a State based on the notion that the family that bonks together stays together. In Tassie, everyone gets an extra chromosome at conception. Maps of the State bring smiles to the sternest faces. It holds the world record for a single mass shooting, which the Yanks can’t seem to beat no matter how often they try.

South Australia is the province of half-decent reds, a festival of foreigners and bizarre axe murders. SA is the state of innovation. Where else can you so effectively re-use country bank vaults and barrels as in Snowtown, just out of Adelaide (also named after a queen). They had the Grand Prix, but lost it when the views of Adelaide sent the Formula One drivers to sleep at the wheel.

Western Australia is too far from anywhere to be relevant. It’s main claim to fame is that it doesn’t have daylight saving because if it did, all the men would get erections on the bus on the way to work. WA was the last state to stop importing convicts and many of them still work there in the government and business.

The Northern Territory is the red heart of our land. Outback plains, sheep stations the size of Europe, Kangaroos, Jackaroos, Emus, Uluru and dusty kids with big smiles. It also has the highest beer consumption of anywhere on the planet and its creek beds have the highest aluminium content of anywhere too. Although the Territory is the centre piece of our national culture, few of us live there and the rest prefer to fly over it on our way to Bali.

And there’s Queensland. While any mention of God seems silly in a document defining a nation of half-arsed sceptics, it is worth noting that God probably made Queensland as it’s beautiful one day and perfect the next. Why he filled it with dickheads remains a mystery.

Oh yes and there’s Canberra. The least said the better.

We, the citizens of Oz, are united by Highways, whose treacherous twists and turns kill more of us each year than murderers. We are united in our lust for international recognition, so desperate for praise we leap in joy when a rag tag gaggle of corrupt IOC officials tells us Sydney is better than Beijing. We are united by a democracy so flawed that a political party, albeit a redneck gun-toting one, can get a million votes and still not win one seat in Federal Parliament. Not that we’re whingeing, we leave that to our Pommy immigrants. We want to make “no worries mate” our national phrase, “she’ll be right mate” our national attitude and “Waltzing Matilda” our national anthem (So what if it’s about a sheep-stealing crim who commits suicide).

We love sport so much our news readers can read the death toll from a sailing race and still tell us who’s winning. And we’re the best in the world at all the sports that count, like cricket, netball, rugby, AFL, roo-shooting, two-up and horse racing. We also have the biggest rock, the tastiest pies, the blackest aborigines and the worst-dressed Olympians in the known universe.

We shoot, we root, we vote. We are girt by sea and pissed by lunchtime. Even though we might seem a racist, closed-minded, sports-obsessed little people, at least we feel better for it.

You are, I am, we are, Australian.

So, relationship dynamics. My investment barely gives me good returns.

So.. Barrack Obama makes news just coz he's likely to lead the most powerful country in the world.

This reminds me of the episode on That 70s Show I saw last night where a black guy goes to their house and they are like, "oh my god, he's black!"

I think its great that Black Obama... err, I meant, Barrack Obama, is likely to lead the world. Whats it matter that he ain't white, motherfuckaz?! He's still politician scum!

Thanks Karen for the idea. I'm stealing it.

My week:

Tomorrow, eyebrow wax, solarium, cash converters - in search for the elusive cheap secondhand mobile phone.
Wednesday, work from.. well, early o'clock. I don't know yet coz we are starting a lunch menu.
Thursday, work again.
Friday, work. Then Jarrad's birthday celebrations at Fringe Bar in the Valley.
Saturday, work.. what a pattern this is forming! Then I haven't yet got plans.
Sunday.. work from 11am till 12am.

who the fuck has my phone?

gimme! ho.