I don't know. But it makes you think, doesn't it?

I have nothing to really say today. In case you hadn't guessed already. I drove the BoD down to the supermarket before and brought lots of stuff. It was so nice to be able to take the car. Of late I have been doing my shopping 2 bags per day, spread out over a few days, then walking home with them. Probably better for me physically, but the less time I can spend in the darn supermarket the better. So today I was happy to be able to do it all in one huge shop.

In other breaking news, it's wet and cold and windy as hell in Auckland. In even later breaking news, I'm going to bed because I'm tired.

--TiM

I drove to work today, for 3 reasons. First, it's nice to be able to drive again. Second, because it was pissing with rain. And Third because I wanted to drive the car to the PostOffice at lunchtime so I could get the BoD registered and therefore fully legal and allowed actually be on the road in the first place.


So I drive out of my apartment, down Gladstone Road and turn into the dinky little street that's next. It's a tiny street, not much traffic really. What's at the other end? A frikking COP taking random breath tests. I walk down this street 5 times a week usually and I have never seen a cop there before. I'm driving towards him in my unregistered BoD (it's a $400 fine for an unregistered car by the way)

THANK CHRIST he was taking breath tests on the other side of the...

BoD is almost legal. Her rusty bit is all fixed up now, $150 later. Tomorrow she'll get reregistered and then tada. Finally fully legal.

I'm in at work at the moment. Not techinically working, just doing some computer stuff for someone. Being a decent citizen, yea that's what I'm doing. I'm too tired to type anything else, I am about to go home. Yes, I drove here. I think the chances of being pulled over are quite unlikely, and even if I am I will tell them I am getting it registered tomorrow, which is true.

Having said that I won't get busted almost promises me that I will get busted on the way home. But then having said THAT, it probably means I won't. That's what I'm hoping anyway. See, I'm tired. I rant bullshit (more than usual I mean) when I'm tired.

Goodbye. -- TiM

I have just come to the realisation that cars are like women. You don't need one to survive as such, but they're very nice to have around. As soon as you don't pay them any attention, it costs you a lot of money. And the faster they go the better they are. They are also quite different though, I mean, who really cares about a cars headlights?


Errr anyway, enough of that. I am just annoyed because it's going to cost $150 to fix the stupid BoD's rust patch. It is a fairly funky bit of rust though, I can see why it's going to cost that much. While I've been leaving here in the garage going places, she's been quietly rusting away unloved.


I'll get her going for another 6 months, but then I think I'll just scrap here and get another BoD. As part of the warrent of...

As expected (because not only am I dead sexy, I am also smart as hell) I got my drivers license today. I didn't get a single question wrong. They're pretty easy though, just sratch the right answer from the multiple choice boxes. So I'm happy as! I got my photo taken with bright red hair (I dyed it again last night, just to make sure it was extra red and not pink)


I got back home after the test and tried to start my car (The "Beast Of Death") but she didn't want to start at all. Totally flat battery. So I had to call a man to come and jumpstart it. I slowly drove it into service station near work to get it's warrent of fitness. I really shouldn't have been driving it as it was unregistered and unwarrented, but I made it there without attracting the...

Well, last time I'll be using this story icon! Some dickless piece of shit nicked my BMX today! Bastards. It's totally my own fault though, I left it propped up outside the Woolworths while I ducked in to do a quick bit of shopping. I do that all the time, but usually I padlock the mofo there. Not today though, I'd forgotten to take the lock with me today. Arrgghhh! Where I left heaps and heaps of people walk past all the time, so the bastard who nicked it must have seen me leave it there and run off with it really soon afterwards.


I can't claim it on insurance either because I didn't have it locked up. Yes, I could lie, but the bike's only worth about $400 and there's a $100 excess on it. Plus I don't like lying. I've reported it to the police, but that's just...

Nothing much to say today so I'll just make some crap up. You should go here and take some of those tests they have online. They actually pretty amusing, much better than most of the crappy quiz things that are on the 'net.

I realised today that if I get my Drivers License on Friday, my photo will be taken with hot pink hair. Scary.

Our Cafe at work has really gone downhill of late (told you I had nothing interesting to say, didn't I?) Instead of going down and getting lasagne or something nice and hot, you now get a little plastic container of some tiny portion of food (there's lots of choose from), part with $6.50 for it, THEN have to heat it up yourself in the microwave. I don't think the cafe is going to be in business much longer because everyone now gets in their cars...

Hello and welcome to my Diary entry on this, the 12th of May 2003.


This is a special day for me, because I said so. No other reason, so fark off, ok?

Good. So, I rang up about my license today. I hassled. I bitched. I complained like an annoying little 8 year old whos icecream just fell on the floor. I moaned. I snarled.


I came out with a verification code thingo. This means I can sit my license test finally. All I have to do is walk in all macho like, slam down on the counter my magical code, and then sit my test. And when I pass, I get my license. I'm the man.

Did I mention I'm the man?


Oh, I did. Right, well that's all I have to say today really.

I went to Simon and Heras party on the weekend. It was great fun...

Yes, I can finally be bothered to write a proper update. This week has been very long and drawn out it seems. I blame caffeine withdrawal for that mostly! I am over that now though, on Friday I wasn't sitting at my desk thinking loving thoughts about the coffee machine anymore. Instead I was happily enjoying my milo and not feeling like shit! Decaffeinated Earl Grey tea becomes quite tasty after a while too. I just wish Dilmha made it, but I can't find it anywhere. It could be worse I guess. They might stop making beer! Sorry, just remembering a nightmare I had the other night...

I went out with the BossMan on Thursday night. It's becoming tradition almost it seems. After a few lagers he kept introducing me to people as "Tim, who isn't from this planet". I even had one person ask me what I thought of...

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