Wanna Get You Something From The Heart...

It's my dick in a box!


Woke up dreaming at 9am this morning; just as I'm about to get out of bed and head for the shower, mum beats me to it. "I'll be 5 minutes love!" she cries,
"Oh for fuck's sake, I have work woman!" I callously reply.

Rocked up to work 15 minutes late but my boss never cares, even if I rock up 45 minutes late. But it's not good practice for punctuality right?

If punctuality were a subject, I'd fail and never succeed at it.

After work, I walked over to Cairnlea Shopping Centre.
I'm there like three times a week.
I have $1.90 in my wallet and I'm 30c short of buying a sushi handroll. I have my ATM card, but there aren't any ANZ ATMs at that shopping centre. If you're not getting my drift, it means that if you cash-out with a diff ATM, you're charged $2.

$2 is a lot of money.

I decided to buy Vogue magazine and Tattoo magazine, both $7.95 each. I don't know why I bought them, I had Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell in my bag to read. I guess it's been a long time since I've bought any magazines. I buy those magazines 'cause they don't have any of that 'boyfriend' gag or 'how-to flirting' techniques in their magazines.

I end up waiting half an hour for my parents to pick me up, and my knees ache from dancing the night before.

My parents take me to Harvey Norman at 3pm, and we end up leaving the place - being the last customers there - at 5pm. They bought me a laptop, it's nice, small and simple :)
It's Compaq aha.

Then went to Thea's house to drop off a calculator, went home to install everything onto my computer, and distributed party itinerary.

I chilled with my brother a bit;
Flicking through the channels, trying to watch all these movies at once. Home Alone, Tomb Raider, Pirates Of The Carribean... And then we just sat back, played around with the webcam and watched 'Dick In A Box' on YouTube.

I don't know who actually reads this, or who gets along this far in my blogs.

I'm losing things, my interest in music is dying along with my feelings. Anything with references to love or losing just puts me off. I'm sorry, I don't know why.

Nineteen Eighty-Four is a good book so far, the first few starting chapters just go on about descriptions about the surroundings and such. But that's necessary? It's about rebelling against the totalitarian world in which this guy live in, where there's this all-seeing, all-knowing 'Big Brother'. It's where the phrase 'Big Brother' originated from. You know? That TV show?

I'd better go, my laptop's sweating.