The grand demolition of our front yard has begun. I’ll try and take some photos shortly – the whole living-in-a-fishbowl factor is proving worse than I thought. Builders suddenly materialised in our front yard halfway through Adam and I almost getting it on. Worse still, I can’t slyly pick boogers from my nose without fear of being busted by a neighbour.
And woe, worst of all! I can no longer dance to metal in my jocks when I’m pissed. :(
Because I’m way too annoyed about the whole lack of privacy factor today, I’m afraid you’re only getting some dot points which I probably intended to flesh out a bit more, but can’t be arsed.
1. I’ve finally worked it out: Guy Sebastian’s face looks like it’s an example of facial .zip file technology
2. I’ve got OCD when it comes to walking around, and will go to pains to walk a different route if it saves mere seconds from my day. Every day I walk through shady back streets of Punchbowl to get to work instead of along a busy highway, to save about…. one minute from my (upon consideration, now slightly lower) life (expectancy)
3. How fucking awesome would this be: velcro-dot shirts with purely decorative buttons. You could erupt into Hulk-rage and tear your shirt off at any given opportunity
4. After my fag metal band becomes huge, I’ll begin my first side project: Beasts of Bacardi. All of Tex Perkins’ various bands’ songs deconstructed into shitty Casio cover versions