| Procrastination ahoy.
Today I got up and watched Oprah.
They were examining the lung of a smoker and talking about how disgusting it was.
I'm like, dude, you're looking at a major organ taken out of a dead guys chest. Smoker or no, it's bound to be pretty grose.
Then again, looking at the black shrivelled up duche bag of a lung does kinda take the "cool factor" away from sucking back on a Winnie Red.
A bit like the way taking old One-Eyed Jack to Imax 3D takes the "cool factor" out of playing with nail-guns.
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Robyn: What is this? It sounds like Indian blow-horn.
(Driving in my car, listening to some Jazz.)
Me: We went to Frankston beach today and there's this cool wizard playground. Then Ryan stood in dog poo and wet his pants.
Hayley: How old are the people you hang out with?
Me: He's 12.
Hayley: (...silence...)
Me: He's autistic.
Hayley: Ohhhhh.
Jessie: I used to be so much cooler. |
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| Tonight was Paul, who constantly chewed on his hand.
Ryan, who wanted to eat biscuits and see me naked.
And Ally, who actually wasn't too bad.
6hrs. 150 bucks.
I can handle that. |
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| Actually, I was just watching the normal old Aliens but that didn't seem to be an option...
What an adorable film.
But why is the girl called Newt?
My trusty Oxford Dictoinary tells me a newt is a "small tailed amphibian allied to salamander."
If I had two goldfish I would call them Newt and Salamander.
Or two children.
Either way. |
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| Magic Dirt.
Not enough hours in my day
To tell you that you're getting in the way
Not enough words in my book
To explain how I got over you
I feel all cramped up now
Trapped in this single bed
Concrete thoughts of you
Weighing down my head
Sleeping with my nemesis
Scattered on the quilt
My hand is always down my pants
Guilt guilt guilt
I want you so much more now
I miss your bones like hell
I wish you were beside me
'Cos now I'm in better health
I just have to say
I just can't resist
I just have to say
I have to tell you this
Do you think it's the right time
Would it make it better
Don't you think it's the worst time
To send you this plastic loveless letter |
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