Orisinal – Cute game award for the week goes to “Chicken Wings (are not for frying)”
Go! Save the stubborn little chickens!
Month: October 2001
Time for bed. Pretty drunk at the moment. Band played this afternoon. I bought 3 beers before I was informed that we had a bar tab to drink, so by the time we left The Alley I was ferked.
Ended up at Toowong with Al haggling with the lady at Oz Sushi. We ended up getting as much as we could eat for $10 each, which the band paid for. Yum.
So now I am full of sushi and drunk. Think it’s bed-o-clock.
Still haven’t done washing
From: Jeff Sweet Subject: Blog
I am trying to cancel a three day trial to a web site. Supabill or iopay.com does not get me there. Thats the site they said to go to can you help
wtf???
I have a note attached to my monitor at home, it reads:
Repeat after me, “I will not touch this fucking computer until I’ve done my fucking washing”
I wonder if it’ll work.
… At work at the moment. Feeling pretty well considering that Lydia and I went out to the Wickham at 12 last night to take Phil’s apartment keys back to him. We grabbed some drinks and promptly got picked up by a woman who decided that what we needed most in the world was Cosmopolitans. I’ve been to the Wick so many times, but never up to the DepartureLounge (cocktail bar), so we dropped $30 and adjourned to the balcony with our cocktails.
The woman’s name turned out to be Nat, and she was kitted out in great jeans and a funky mambo tank top with patches. I originally thought she was trying to pick up Lydia, but it turned out that her husband was around, so I quickly stopped thinking that she was a lesbian. Nat is a hairdresser who works at Park Rd when she’s not looking after her 2 year old child.
After ditching Nat and the little coterie that formed around her while we were talking we went for a groove which lasted about 2 songs until the Cosmopolitan really hit Lydia, and we left. By the time we got home she was slurring, giggling, and talking with a lisp.
Crashed.
I’m feeling surprisingly well considering the smallish amount of sleep I’ve had, and now it’s time for KFC.
THINK – not that what this crackhead is doing can really be referred to as thinking; more dribbling, but I really like his diagram.
Bleugh, feeling extremely hungry now. Not that I should be after the curry-fest of last night, but I am. Danny and I kicked the ass last night, currys were gooood. Jum was drunk (hence anal polyps thing), and I had a lovely little siesta between the cookfest in the afternoon and the eatfest in the evening. Walking to the station with Jum and Krissy was a blast (as always) and being on the train while wearing Danny’s Himalayan coat thingy while carrying my yellow cast iron curry pot on my head produced some interesting looks from innocent bystanders.
anal polyps are a risk factor for cancer. Think of anal polyps of kinda like little anal pimples. They can be found, frequently in the colon, in the early stages of life. In most cases these do not progress to end stage cancer, however, disorders exsist where polypolypuria occurs, resulting in the infestation of the early colon and middle to late large intestine with polyps. the vast numbers of polyps in this disordder demand that cancer is resultant, hence a colonectomy is advised. = no more ass = crap in portable bag = me sad
thanks for that one Jum
No, I didn’t write that, it was Jum
The Case of the Exploding Curry:
Danny is currently cleaning up a kitchen that ten minutes ago was liberally coated with lovingly crafted curry sauce and chunks of lamb. We’ve been making thius little gem for about 2 hours – nowhere near the length of our 5 hour curry marathon I know – and it was nearing fruition when disaster struck. A freak gust of wind sent the lid of the stove (a large glass cover-thing, I have no idea what it’s there for – $2000ish gas stove, go figure) crashing down, knocking our cauldron of curry onto the floor. The resulting crash scared the shit out or me and sent sauce flying to the furthest reaches of the kitchen. I mean everywhere; roof, fridge, recipe books, walls, inside cupboards… Aargh! It may well have destroyed a cloth covered seat.
It’s ok. We managed to salvage most of it off the floor, nobody tell Adam, Jum or Hugh about this, ok?
Punky: cool… so ur computer is quite close to ur kitchen?
Jaymis: Heh, my everything is close to my everything. I’m living in a studio, which is architect speak for “oops, there was a mouse infestation and they hollowed out the space in between those two walls, think we can make another apartment?”