I am drinking beer and writing bios and applying for jobs and thinking about workshop ideas and eating toast.

I didn't think life would turn out to be so bland when I was younger.

why is it sad? the internet has much more to offer than friends

i have no sudden urge just a constant urge kinda the urge to breathe

I'm suckling down vegan tim tams, burning cds for Thursday, reading bits of my book and wondering about the vodka.

It's not that bland, just not that mischievous.

Perhaps sad was the wrong term, unmotivated may better.

i am going to drink more and try to forget that i just learned that vegan timtams exist

They are sooooo dangerous, I just plowed through a packet and am contemplating a late night stupidmarket cycle for more.

you're not alone apparently

It's nice to feel a part of something...

don't drink alone hellza - I have several VBs here. i'll open one. they're warm but they're wet. we can sit down and shoot the breeze. it's almost kinky, but....yeah. maybe not. i hope not. cheers!

i am going to drink more and try to forget that i just learned that vegan timtams exist

hahahah

Hahahahaha, cheers Columbo, I'll crack open a juice and lay it on the rocks with gin just for you :]

me & my flamate used to stay up late watching (original) Star Trek on Channel 7. every time Scotty spoke the rule was we'd have to skull a glass of scotch. I developed quite a liking for Teacher's on ice. Teacher's is pretty good. mental note: probably better for the waistline than beer.

I used to play a similar game with Sliders, whenever they slid (?) we'd down some Jamesons, lovely way to pass the time.

well yes there is that

the 3 of us would get ever-so-slightly inebriated & after Star Trek finished (12-1am?), we'd hop in the car (HG Holden sedan) and drive to a nearby skateboard bowl and skate in the dark til somebody got hurt or something. it was nuts. ahhh, the carefree 90's. where did they go? it's all about music piracy, rate rises and Lady Gaga today.

HR sorry. I owned a brown HG Kingswood and he owned a white HR

HG:

HR:

Most of my 90's were spent with cask wine and phone calls to the bank for balance inquiries at 4am hoping the dole had gone through so I could shuffle down to 7-11 for a donut and some fags before heading off to do the morning shift of radio playing noise to no-one that cared.

Fuck I miss them :[

do you reckon that dude really has 7 kids? they won't all fit n the HR dude!!! oh no wait - yes they will.

omg... my parents had one of them when i was born.

I once owned a HG, though I gave up on it as it had a two speed (powerglide?) gearbox that couldn't make it to the Gold Coast at 5am after a night out at Crash & Burn with out the whole car overheating. Went to an Lj Torana, then a Kombi.

I have beer.. it is crap beer... but it is beer.

You make an interesting point.

I think it's weather. Warm nights.

I have a point.. that's fucking news to me.

I meant about the crap beer, being beer.

Ah yes.. beer and stuff.. good yah.. win.. now..

I think I might have enough to make one cocktail. Housemate has been into the booze cupboard a lot lately.

This is why I live with straight edgers.

You live with straight edgers and like drinking alone...win win!

I wouldn't say I like drinking alone, I'm just yet to meet a drunk I like.

I understand.

Oh yeah.. carton of Boags premium and some corn chips.

O!

Its 2pm, I'm not at work, and there's a lot of gin in the house.

Slow Gin?

Its going slowly. No sloe gin, I thought about leaving the house today. That was a bad idea.

Ahhh, it's SLOE GIN.. this may make sense of the inquisitive looks I have scored from various bar staff over the years. Is your uterus being useless again?

The whole thing is being useless today. All of it ever.

Awwww.. my new steel cap boots can fix that.

I'm already feeling pretty pulpy today, no need for the boots.