I am so exhausted. Yesterday we had the choice of working if we wanted to, for double time and a half. I tell you what, I’ve definitely earned it. That was easily the busiest day I’ve seen at my work. (What made it worse was that for some reason, every time Ms. J recieved a phone call, she made this squeaky “Ooeee” noise that sounded like she was having an orgasm of some sort).As soon as I came home at around 6pm, I went straight to bed, but now I’ve woken up a bit past midnight and I’ve screwed up my sleeping pattern. I just rode my bike down to the beach because I thought I’d never done that at night before, but then again I’ve never snorted cocaine whilst having a threesome at night before either.
Seeing as I’ve only had half a night of sleep, I’ll need to go back to bed again at around 3am or so. Maybe I could revolutionise a whole new type of sleeping pattern – the sleep/wake/sleep pattern. I could go night bike riding every night! Or something. I bet this totally stuffs up on me and all day at work today I’m tired.
Well, I’ve got a bit to catch up on seeing as I didn’t update for a few days. We had Christmas of course, and don’t you find you’re left over with a truckload of chocolates by the end of the day? Chocolates are that great I-honestly-don’t-know-what-the-hell-to-get-you present. I got 4 boxes of Roses chocolates, and I’ve noticed something. Every single flavour of Roses chocolates sounds like a product from the Body Shop. Take a look at the box next time you eat some – Orange Cream, Classic Fudge, the list goes on…
I’ve decided that the worst possible Christmas present to give is an e-voucher. Thankfully, I didn’t get one, but unfortunately I didn’t find out about the e-voucher website until Boxing Day, otherwise I would have got everyone I know an e-voucher.
So that was Christmas.
On Boxing Day, Ant decided he wanted to go to the Xchange, which is a gay pub in Melbourne. As you may or may know, I totally shun the gay scene, mainly because I don’t fit in (and I reckon the music is shite). But I went along to keep Ant company anyway.
Now, at a gay club, everyone’s a good dancer. Except me. I just don’t fit in to these clubs. If the makers of the Where’s Wally? books ever come out with a spinoff series called Where’s The Bogan? – I’d be the odd one out in the gay pub. It’s not that I don’t enjoy dancing – just that I’m more skilled in its parody rather than its actuality.
I also find the gay pubs and clubs a little hollow. Almost everything anyone says to you just seems to be some sort of cheap come on. (No different than most other pubs or clubs, then). But it can really get to me at the gay clubs. And the people that actually already do have a boyfriend or girlfriend seem to treat them as an accessory rather than an actual person most of the time.
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If you want to give a new definition to ‘defeating the purpose’, take a look at solitaire.com. This site allows you to play competitive solitaire against players from all over the net. Think about it – competitive solitaire…?
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How to make an entire Y2K-jittery town shit their pants #82:
Cut off the electricity supply 3 times in ten minutes. This happened on Sunday.
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Have you seen that video clip for Cliff Richard’s “The Millennium Prayer”? It looks like it’s an ad done by the Christian Television Association, for crying out loud…