Good one Kimmorley

Seriously give yourself an uppercut after last nights performance. Kicking game was poor, drop kicks, kick off’s all sucked. Darren Lockyer made METRES when he kicked on the last, Kimmorley if he was lucky made centimetres. And after alllllllllllllllllll the good work from the rest of the team to get NSW back in the game, he throw’s a pass straight to the QLD player in extra time! bleh!

BTW thanks to Mitch for his Russell Peter’s comedy clip.. for those that haven’t watched it, it should be ready for download in a few mins 🙂

Bowling, Football and Friends.

Reasons why Saturday night was excellent:

A) Bowling: Go the cheesy songs! Go the wrong-handed bowling! Go the copious amounts of alcohol consumed! Go the cheesy photo’s! Go The J (man you kicked our ass every game)!

ii) Arsenal won on penalties! “hahahaha and rude gestures” to all the Man U fans!

3) St Pat’s and their poooookiiiieeee madddneeeessssssssssss! Won $60 bux!

And to those that passed out in City Extra…

Respect.

Antibiotics and Claratyne: Confessions of a hardcore pill popper

*looking at the antibiotics box and claratyne box*

You’d think they’d say somewhere “Do not mix. May cause severe side effects.” Glopbert znort glik florn jello crabcake. =P

Well first day back at work after being sick again, well first FULL day back. I tried to sneak in yesterday but they discovered my presence and proceeded to beat me into a pulp and throw down the stairs telling me not to come back till I was better. But yeh felt okay today, a couple of little scares on the road getting coughing attacks while driving is not a fun experience. But you know the weird thing after I thought “aaah screw it next coughing fit ill just let go of the steering wheel and see what happens” but then wouldnt you know it (ha ha God ha ha vely funny!) not one coughing fit until I get to work.

Been trying to catch up all day, but then I got kicked off the network for about an hour, and I was twiddling my thumbs for the while, now that I’m back on I’ve lost my groove to work. So I’m putting an entry into this thingy magigy since I haven’t done so in a while.

Stevie’s come and gone, I’ll miss that white bastid. Always fun to hang out with him. But saw him Friday and Saturday. Everyone (yes including me) drank like it was going out of fashion that night, things were said which will now be forever discarded into the dustbin of drunken oblivion (remember kids if it you cant remember it it didnt happen) and best forgotten.

Sunday was an excellent night out, slow start, great pics. For a select few turned it into a marathon just a couple of hours short of daylight.

Oh and the cab ride was… surreal.

I get into a cab at Lidcombe and the cab has fake leopard skin seat covers on, looked like one bad black mofo (think Sam L Jackson in Pulp Fiction), with a bright red fez (look it up if you dont know what it is and NO that is not “face” very badly mispelt), and he’s playing this kinda soothing arabic/african/islamic ‘salute to the morning’ (i have no idea what it was) music on his system. The sun was just creeping over the horizon, not enough to actually cast any rays of light on anything, but enough to give you that stark gray light of dawn, where everything looks clearer than you ever thought possible. I must’ve told him where to go, but I dont remember, so in my head I just get into this weird ass cab and he takes me to Rod’s house with neither of us saying a word to break the background music of the morning.

Drinks at Bungalow 8 with friends: $100
Dinner at Pancakes on the Rocks: $60
Train and taxi cab fare: $20
Riding in a hippie islamic taxi while in an alcohol induced state of semi-conciousness: Priceless

Strange

It’s funny how you spend so much of your time trying to suppress certain things and then someone suggests something to you and it turns your whole world upside down and what you were trying to suppress is beginning to come back and bite you.

Then you wake up in the morning and wonder whether it really does affect you? Or are you just dreaming?

“Windmill windmill for the land, Learn forever hand in hand”

The first rule of fight club…

I’ve just finished reading Fight Club. I’m not sure which ending I prefer the movie ending or the book ending. The movie ending seems to at least provide you with some closure on the whole Project Mayhem thing, but the book ending shows you that Project Mayhem to be far larger and have a much more significant impact than just redistribution of wealth, which seemed to be the end-game goal of the movie version. And believe it or not the book is much more graphic than the movie, violence-wise anyways. Maybe I can blame an overly active imagination, but some of the descriptions this guy uses just makes the image BAM right in your head.

And how many good lines are there in that movie/book? Jeez.

The first rule of fight club is you don’t talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is you don’t talk about fight club.
A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer…. Maybe self-destruction is the answer.
…you’re not how much money you’ve got in the bank. You’re not your job. You’re not your family, and you’re not who you tell yourself…. You’re not your name…. You’re not your problems…. You’re not your age…. You are not your hopes.
We’re the middle children of history…. no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. (movie)

I know this because Tyler knows this.