Rage against everything.
I'm writing this very hungover (still 1/2 drunk), so excuse anything that I say and stuff. I went out to a party last night, and had a few too many beers. As you do, or something. Very interesting party, most of the partygoers were goths, so it was all very black, lots of candles, some freaky arse haircuts. ie pretty fucked up right here. Or there. What was I doing at a goth party? Fucked if I know either. Long story, don't ask. It was made worse by the fact that I only had a white T-Shirt and jeans. This in a sea of black. Ugh.
So what else is news? I haven't updated this page in ages, and I reckon if I put my mind to it I could write about 10 pages worth of shite. I can't be bothered writing most of it though, so tough luck. Work is going OK, anyone in Australia want to offer me a job that doesn't suck? Whoops, what I ment to say was I love the company, all hail the f**king company. Whoops, there I go again. Who reads this crap anyway? Not me.
I get my car today. At least I hope I do. I gave Lawrence his money on Friday, so it'd be nice if he turns up today with the car. I'm pretty sure he will, he's semi trustworthy ;)
No longer will I have to rely on lifts from Greg (flatmate) or walking/busing. I'm still going to bus to work. It's $1.20 to get to work, which is a lot cheaper than driving and paying $10 to park your car for a day. We (people on my floor) are moving out to Penrose shortly (it's a bit out of Auckland) so I suppose I'll end up driving out there.
I'm going to stop writing now. Oh yea, Happy Mothers Day mother. Hope it's a good one. I think I'll log on again today sometime and write more when I don't just feel like typing "fuck" over and over again!!!
TiM