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I have been a negligent little twat, I know. Sorry 'bout that.Have you ever taken a look at yourself and what you've accomplished over the last little spell and managed only a maniacal cackle? Yep, that's where I'm at. It's been a really twisted last couple of weeks, that's for sure. I've been purposefully ignoring my blog for a few weeks now, truth be told. You know that weird spot when you

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As I have spent many a late night working on Scrawled over the last month with the sweet sounds of rockabillyradio.net on iTunes, it has dawned on me that I am missing something integral to keeping my head on straight. ROLLER DERBY. I need to join a team, stat. A hobby? Yes. A sport? Yes. Bad-ass name? Yes.Great tunes? Yes. (Johnny Cash, Everly Brothers, Straight 8's, Rockats... YES!!!)

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Jeez, it's been a while! What to say, where to begin, blah blah blah. I thought about doing a run-down of the past month, but days have blurred into weeks, and I'm pretty exhausted, so please bear with the SOC of this post. :)New Years Resolutions. That's right, I made a few. 1) Scrub up a bit more bird-like. Now that I've gotten through 2005 and know that I can handle a budget and look

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Happy Holidays, folks. I will be off the radar here for a while for two reasons:1) Scrawled Ezine, which will be making its debut in January 2006.2) December is not my month, and it's best for all concerned if I disappear until the new year.I'll be lurking. Be good. Don't date your cousin.Cheers,BourbonBird

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As I had to leave early of a Friday morning, I didn't have a chance to check out everyone's suggestions of where to waste a day. I didn't pack or look at a map, I just caught a bus to the QVB and decided I'd let my feet take me wherever. Bearing in mind that I am a creature of habit and the only route I've ever gone from QVB was straight to the pub (LOL), I was totally surprised to find that

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What a glorious Saturday. The sky was a perfect baby blue smattered with white, fluffy clouds, the communal (ew) pool was packed with neighbours, and I was greeted (much to my surprise, as my clothing for the summer season revealed the initially-menacing banner on my back) several times whilst throwing out my garbage and doing my washing. For the first time in a very very long time, I've been

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I've got pretty much an entire day to burn and I'd like to go sightseeing in the general Sydney City-Circle area. I'll be going it alone and without a strict schedule, which is something I haven't done in about three years. Hooray! BUT! I don't know where anything decent is! I'd really like to avoid burning a hole in my pocket in Pitt Street Mall. Anyone got any suggestions?

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My sister, A, turned sixteen today. That was how old I was when I ran away from home.It's almost been five years since I've seen her. I wonder what she looks like now.I wonder if she's okay....Photos from Nailpolishblues' Bird-Day Blowout can be found here. Bloggers who made the trek were: Nailpolishblues (err, duh!), myself, Misha, Johnny the Horse, Adam, Foxhow, and my ex-husband, Jerkface.

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Life has been so incredibly good to me over the last little while, and I've been such a selfish cunt about things that I forgot how good I actually have it, all things considering. It's taken me from the Innernets, which is good. I've been coming up dry with my creativity recently, so the break has been long overdue. I need to regroup and sort myself out.So for the interim, here's a picture of

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The only hands smaller than mine that don't smell like cabbage."Uh-oh!"Easily distracted.The eyes have it.Mama, by Charli"'Night, Mama."

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Foxhow tagged me. I wonder when I'll snap it with these memes.Ten years ago:I was being told I was like a retarded, 'no-frills' copy of my now best friend, Tina.I hated Tina with a passion.Was embarrassed I had to bring smelly fried rice to school for lunch.Grew boobs.Rocked at soccer and softball.Was asthmatic.Was incredibly unpopular with the kids, a hit with the teachers. Hmm.Five years ago:

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I had stress-induced Alopecia Areata as a teenager. Non-contagious, non-painful, non-genetic, this autoimmune disease is easily treatable. Having said that though, it can easily be emotionally crippling, especially if you're surrounded by ignorant cunts who think everything clinical-sounding is contagious and terminal. I shed a lot of hair when I stress, and I mentioned in an earlier post that

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Hopping off the train, I had 40 minutes to get from Museum station to where I needed to be, Bourke Street. Cutting through the park, I was nearly blown away several times thanks to the bizarre weather. Clinging to a signpost waiting for the red man to go green and let me cross, I couldn't help but chuckle watching grown men trying to look unaffected while their ties were slapping them in the

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Checking my referrers for this evening, I was a bit stumped to find myself as the first link for an MSN search for Naughty Personal Teenager Website. If this is you, may I point you in the right direction. I hope you find what you're looking for, because I'm sure as hell not it.Adventure post coming soon, oh dear non-perverted regulars o' mine.

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Please leave a one-word comment that you think best describes me.It can only be one word. No more.Then copy & paste this in your journal so that I may leave a word about you.I stole this from AlmstHvn, and my word for her was buxom.

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About a month or two ago, I brought one of my own mugs from home to work so I didn't have to use anybody else's when I felt like a caffee. It disappeared in a week. Today, I borrowed someone else's mug because I had no choice -- it was either that or the caffeine relative of nicotine-jonesing Rinnasmash. Washing it out and giving it a quick once over for good measure, I made my cup o' joe.

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I hate that new heartworm ad on the telly. It's telling you to get your dog vaccinated against heartworm, which is fair enough. What isn't fair enough is the ad itself: A brother and sister are sitting in front of the TV with gigantic smiles on their faces, watching an old video of them playing with their dog, Buster, laughing and having a gay old time. Then it shows the children WATCHING

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Every fortnight, I make sure my liquor cabinet is looked after. I like to have bourbon and scotch in my home at all times, with at least one Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and something nicer stocked. I have a particular liquor store I frequent, and the lads there are not only awesome (I've never been carded - whoop!), but they know their spirits. A few weeks ago I saw a leaflet sitting on their

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I used to write a lot of poetry as an angsty teenager growing up, a passion that's fizzled out or I've given up on. For all the crap out there, I can see why most decent prose writers don't give poetry the time of day. For me, however, it was what started me writing in the first place. Barrett-Browning was my first, I will never forget her. My tentative step from poetry to prose was partly

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What a weird couple of days it's been here for BourbonBird, it must be the melty goodness that is summer weather. Wait, it's November now -- is it summer already?! Oh, be still my beating left thighpit, I love summer as if it were my firstborn! While the top half of my good self has never really had much of a problem being tanned, my outright refusal to show the world my legs in the winter months

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I stole this from the luvverly SoN. I'm going to make a decent effort here, where hopefully very few people know all twenty things. For every Friday of my entire year in Grade 1, our principal had me sing 'You are my Sunshine' solo before parade. To this day, I have no idea why.I loved Speech and Drama in highschool, and I was pulling the grades to make something of it. I even considered a future

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Having returned to my regularly scheduled program, I decided to make a bigger effort with my sleeping pattern. On quiet nights, I have been trying to force a kip between 10pm and 11pm in the hopes of waking up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the next morning, and trying to cut out lunchtime naps when the little one is asleep. I thought it would be a chance for my brain to rest, but after the last

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Have you ever upset someone to the core of their very being? I think I did that today in a major way, the sum of several run-ins on the same topic, just pushing further and further.About an hour ago, after I put the Mung Bean down to bed, I had a steaming hot bubble bath. Candles, book, bourbon, music, the whole kit & kaboodle. I turned my phones off, my computer volume down, and swore total

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Misha and I were talking this evening about things we do that might get on each other's nerves when we move in together. So I got to thinking. Uh-oh.While this is probably a bad thing, I'm going to compile a little listy-list.I sing. A lot. Mostly out of tune. When I am busted singing and actually making an effort, I turn it into lame, but very loud opera -- more as a defense mechanism, but it

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Growing up, I used to love watching and catching bugs and grubs from our yard. Our lawn was fertile, our fruit trees were always bountiful, and our landscaping was lush in comparison to the sunburnt surroundings of Bumfuck, Queensland. "You're turning a decade old," I remember thinking to myself. Shortly before I turned the grand old age of ten, I found myself sitting on the lip of our

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Stopping at the convenience store along the George Street drag, Misha and I were chatting quite absentmindedly when we heard her. She couldn't have been much older than ten, but for a split second in our menial lives, she was larger than life. A grossly overweight child in orange and green garb, she was the Veruca Salt of the evening. This mini-hag shouted through the crowd, 'Look, Mama! Ali

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Yes, I'm still alive. I've half-written my next post, but Misha and Charlotte have both given me a bad case of bird-flu. Not only did I disgrace myself as a host by vomiting in my own home with guests, but I've spent the greater part of today heaving my guts out, blood included. Mmmmmm, tuberculicious. Oh, and for blatant TMI-ism, I'm poopy, too. Seriously though, I'm leaking from every

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Last Friday night, Misha and I got together to meet a friend we've known online for a while, as well as his best mate. Ettish is a US soldier currently on a two-week holiday from his tour in Iraq, and his best friend, Asa, flew out from their hometown of Kentucky to share the good times. I think they're living it up in Queensland right now, and I sincerely hope their stay in our country has been

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FUCKING IKEA. Those bastards can rot in hell with their stupid DIY bullshit.This is what my new bookcase SHOULD look like:Now I'm halfway into it, but this is what my new bookcase looks like: And THIS is how I feel:What a shitty week it's been so far. While one issue's (hopefully?) been resolved, I go ahead and buy something like this. What's more, I talk myself into thinking I can actually

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Lately, there's been a lot of talk about family, and the importance of. I admit I have a massive chip on my shoulder about my family, and I'm trying to curb a very distinct and terrible knee-jerk reaction of resentment and spite whenever someone discusses their family with me. Nobody's family is perfect, but I only know what I know, and I know that I couldn't stand to live with my family, and

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I'd like to break my hiatus to quickly celebrate my old blog becoming the #1 result in Google Blog Search for douching. This may just be the proudest day of my blogging career. EVER.

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Taking a step back for some much needed R&R.Will return when the whimsy strikes.LighterFluid

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Thank you for reading me on the day that you did. Thank you for not only finding your voice, but for having the courage to speak out to the police. No woman should ever have to go through what you, I, or countless others have. Rape is graphic, it is violent, it is unfair, and it is wrong. For those that can't take action, I don't really blame you. For those that do, you have my infinite

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Agent FareEvader is a Mexican blogger who sits quietly between Tony T. and Amyescence on my blogroll. In a heavy state of inebriation at Grogblogging II in May, I had the pleasure of kindasorta meeting him -- I was well on my way to getting thoroughly munted, and had easily developed some latent-but-furious ire passed on from an insinuated brother-like bond by the always egotistical,

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My birds, taken the night of Aunty Dor's funeral:(l-r) Charli, Lee, BourbonBird, Tina, and Sarah.I miss my buddies, especially that gook in the hoodie. She's the closest thing to only family I have left up there. We've been through a lot together.LighterFluid

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Holy fuck. Last night, I asked my favourite, BroGonzo, to make me a header. I gave him a vague description of what I was after, and what you see above this post is what he ended up with. Phwoar.I love it so much, I might marry it and make it pancakes for breakfast every morning.Ian, you stud, you fucking rock. Thank you so much for giving my blog a touch of class.LighterFluid

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I took Chuck to the park today, since the weather was great, and she'd finally recovered from the flu that the MIL so kindly gave her a fortnight ago. It was just the two of us for about half an hour when an Asian woman arrived with one Asian child and one Caucasian child. After an ethical battle royale in my head, I decided that the union was legit. The Caucasian child was there of her own

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Muffin posted in LighterFluid about stalkers. It's a tragedy that in today's society, not only are the weirdos getting bolder, but that a stranger's word is automatically a red-flag for perversion. Also, it seems that men are just as susceptible to harrassment, with a few male BourbonBird readers being the target of crazy women who say they want love, when really, they want to make sails out of

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Wow, I've been on a blogging spree! Hoorah, too, for me remembering where I saved my coding for the haloscan so I could put the comments back on! I was at work for ten and a half hours today, it was pissing down rain every time I ducked out for a fag, and now that the Mung Bean's in bed, I'm having myself a well-earned JD on the rocks. Okay, a fair few more than one, but eh.From an earlier

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Taking a cue from Andy B, I had a peek at what people were looking for in August to find me... One person was looking for HOW LULUBELLE DID THE TRIPLE FARTFlattering, but there is no such thing as a RINNA SHOPTwo found themselves a (The?) DICKHEADSomeone's grandma was looking for HOW TO KNIT A TOILET ROLL DOLL DRESS COVERSome idiot has overestimated my confidence, looking for BOURBONBIRD IN

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Happy Father's Day to all the fathers who read BourbonBird. I'll bring back the comments shortly. It was a much-needed break. LighterFluid

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Regulars would have noticed that I've been lacking in posting enthusiasm over the last few months. Over the last couple days (weeks?), I've been feeling especially off - lethargy, lack of concentration, lack of motivation, lack of enthusiasm, lack of direction. Actually, that last one's not quite right. I know where I'm going, and I like what I've got to look forward to. I've just been feeling

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'Sometimes I need some time on my own,sometimes I need some time all alone,everybody needs some time on their own...'LighterFluid

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"John Brogden's future as state Opposition Leader is under a cloud after he was forced to apologise for an alcohol-fuelled night during which he pinched one journalist's bottom, propositioned another and referred to Bob Carr's wife as a 'mail-order bride'."Opposition Leader, John Brogden, resigns after calling ex-Premier Bob Carr's wife, Helena (of Malaysian extraction), a mail-order bride, at an

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Aunty Dor's funeral was great for what it was. It was standing-room only, and all her family turned out to see her off. It was emotional, it was dignified, and it was exactly what she would've wanted. Words were replaced by old rockabilly songs that she loved, and the glamour photo she was so proud of was there for everyone to see. I cried way more than I thought I would've, but while was

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I failed to mention that I was on fish-death-watch this weekend. I was reminded by both Nailpolishblues and the Veterinary Head of Pathology that I was to keep an eye on one particular goldfish that had been separated, and if it looked like it was going to cark it, that I should notify SOMEONE, ANYONE, ASAP. I have made it public knowledge (especially at work) that I am not good with keeping

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Doreen Weir passed away today, a victim of breast cancer. She is survived by her two sons, Colin and Bobby, and her daughter, Jackie. We will probably be driving up to Brisbane for the funeral this weekend. May she rest in peace.[update 190805] We leave tomorrow morning, Saturday 20th August. The funeral is on Tuesday, I'll be back on Wednesday/Thursday.

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I woke up to a phone call from Jerkface this morning - Aunty Dor has been rushed to hospital due to some sort of heart failure, and the breast cancer had already spread to her brain a while back. It doesn't look good.The MIL should be on her way to the airport now, if she isn't already on a plane up to Brisbane. It looks like the Jerkface clan (including Charlotte and myself) might all make the

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Fucking sick. I felt like vomiting when I heard this story. I hope he rots.

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"The Lady of Shalott tells the story of a woman who lives in a tower in Shalott, which is an island on a river that runs, along with the road beside it, to Camelot, the setting of the legends about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Every day, the woman weaves a tapestry picture of the landscape that is visible from her window, including Camelot. There is, however, a curse on her;

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My mother had a painting in our lounge room, and I want to find a print for myself. I don't know what period, and I don't remember the story all too well. It's a woman who's been cursed somehow, she's bound in all this thread - she's looking outside a window where everybody's having fun outside and she's stuck until she's unravelled the mess around her. It kinda looked English. Any guesses

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Last check of the clock: 12:02amFirst check post-nightmare: 1:39amNote: Charlotte did not exist in this dream, to the best of my recollection. Asleep in my room, I stir to a ruckus outside. I look out my blinds and see police, ambos, and biological hazard cleanup in the carpark. There had been a massacre, blood and guts everywhere. For some reason, this doesn't surprise me, so I walk into my

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I realise I'm obscenely late with this, but I'm going to play catch-up and do my list.Ten things that turn BourbonBird on:- Intelligence. Interpret as you will. Intelligence is extremely sexy if it's not used as a bragging tool, and even better if my own intelligence is tested.- Open-mindedness. We're all different. That's what makes this world fucking ace.- Great forearms. Whew.- Respect. Give

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Click to embiggen*The green pen used here will not be used for any further handwritten posts. Sorry it's a bitch to read.[edit] Since this handwritten post is really difficult to read, I'mana type it out.August 9th, 2005Hello!I thought I'd handwrite another post, since I can't be arsed sitting at the computer -- now Bold and The Beautiful is on, and it doesn't feel much better out here,

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I hate working on Sundays. That is all.

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An old friend found me today, a friend from when I was very messed up. After I picked my stomach up off the floor, I went to see what he's been up to. We have a lot of catching up to do.He now has a beautiful girlfriend, he is studying, and he is playing his music -- he is doing everything he wanted to do with his life. I am genuinely happy for him, though I can't believe he found me, after

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(Add: I'd like to thank Misha for immediately thinking of me when she found this picture on your right. Best 3am present, EVER.) So my birthday week was an absolute blast. It's been a bit of a blur, but I'll try to cover everything... I'm still waiting on some pics, but the ones I have can be viewed here. Keep checking it, I'll be adding onto it. Big thanks to Tina, Muff, and Mish for

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I have a MASSIVE birthday post coming soon, and I'll be posting a photo album shortly with heaps of birthday shots. For the meantime, please check Misha's blog, she has a brief rundown of the evening's events, as well as her photos from the evening. My birthday surprise was my best friend Tina and her boyfriend Damo coming down especially for my birthday. I haven't shared my birthday with Tina

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Birthday celebrations have started! - Charli got me a cardigan and made me a card.- Jerkface took the both of us out to Bicentennial Park to hang out with the ducks.- I received a few calls, sms', online messages, and picture messages from some super tops friends.- I got a kick-ass snailmail from Brogonzo, with his dogtags included! Woo! I got dogtags! *swoon* What a stud.So far, the corker -

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Before all else, here are the details for my birthday drinks next weekend.Where: 3 Wise Monkeys, George Street.When: 8pmish. Friday, July 29th, 2005.Why: I turn 21, Adam's leaving for Mexico the next day, alcohol!Bring: Yourself.[add] My birthday is actually on Wednesday, July 27, for those playing at home. Sorry about the confusion.Bloggers who might be making an appearance: Jerkface, Misha,

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As you all know, it's my 21st birthday at the end of the month. While I've spent the better part of this year so far fobbing off the notion of it being a 'milestone,' the people closest to me have succeeded in drilling in the fact that I've done a lot more than is required of your average 21 year old. So it's now a big deal outside the four walls (WTF?) of my mind, beyond the existential 'Why is

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I'm on a movie binge. Last week, I borrowed Blade Trinity, Shaun of the Dead, I Love Your Work, and Team America: World Police. I really dug I Love Your Work, though you can't really go wrong when the cast includes Giovanni Ribisi, Christina Ricci, Franka Potente (Run, Lola, Run), and Vince Vaughn. I'm ignoring the fact that Josh Jackson was in it, because everyone knows he's a douche. Last night

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Kudos on the playlist, but I still think Geldof's a self-righteous cunt. 'Sir' my fucking arse.Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to save Uzbekistan through my non-profit interpretive dance routine. I'll get all the famous designers to give me a giftbag worth thousands rather than a donation to the starving nation I'm dancing for, and I'll change all the names of places in lyrics I've covered to

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The boys are back in town!Not much to report here, I'm sorry to say. Went out for a few drinks at my local this Friday with Mish and Jerkface. Sadly, it was full of crazy idiots, like the one guy who likened his own face to a Big Mac.My 21st birthday is at the end of this month and it's making me nauseous just thinking about it. Other than a couple close friends meeting up for a few drinks, I

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Misha was being hounded by her friends to come to the Shelbourne for her friend Renee's farewell party. It was only 11.30pm, so I thought I'd come around for a few more drinks. Adrian dropped us off at the 3WM free of charge (what a sweetheart, thank you!), and we headed inside for one more drink. Her friend with the crabs, Pat, gave her grief via SMS for being a soft-cock, so we hailed another

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We hung around outside the Enmore so I could have a fag, get some bird to take a lovely photo of us two together, and another of me looking positively constipated, then lined up to head inside. We then made a beeline for the bar. After what seemed like forever, I got my bourbon & coke and Misha got her vodka & fanta, since they didn't have any orange juice. Standing against the wall, we

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Misha and I went to see Stereophonics play their only Sydney gig for their Language. Sex. Violence. Other? tour, and while we knew we were up for a great night, I wasn't quite expecting what turned out to be one of the best nights I've ever had out in old Sydneytown. The concert was to start at 8pm, with the support band 67 Special going off for an hour before the real deal. I had to be at work

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Stereophonics ROCKED. I drank too much. I got home at 3am and rocked up at work this morning at 8am. Ran into dear friend Adrian the Cabbie in a most inebriated state, who kindly gave us a lift back into town post-concert, even though he was on his break. So much happened, it was a hilarious night for all concerned. I had a wonderful night out, thanks to superawesome Misha for keeping up

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Your Leo Drinking StyleYou love to drink and dance -- you're likely a fabulous dancer.You're usually pretty a good drinker as well, losing your commanding dignity and turning kittenish.Of course, you're quite aware you're darling -- Leos will be Leos, after all.You generally know your limit, probably because you loathe losing self-control.When you get over-refreshed, flirting will ensue -- and

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My tattoo scab is falling off in massive chunks. Lookin' good, kids. YAY! 2000: I was a Grade 11 student at Brigidine. I was a fully-blown bastard, and while I wasn't doing anything spectacular, I was doing everything my parents didn't want me doing, so I was happy. I was truant, crazy and invincible, spending my time writing near the State Library or doing evil Catholic girl deeds. I

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Actually, I'm going to be a slack bastard and cram two in one here. The first one was from Childish, the second from The Vitriolic Monkey.Five things I miss about my childhood:1) No debt/financial obligation to my name, therefore more time and 'freedom' (HAH) to do things.2) NES. I came home one day when I was in Grade 1 to find my parents had bought me an NES with one game to start off - Mario

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My new tatt. Matt's new tatt - Charli's initials and her date of birth.(click his pic to hit his new blog - awww, n00b!)On top of tonight, I've been sick as a dog all week with the flu. So has The Mung Bean. Argh.

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New template, still working on it.Scrapping blogroll shortly to start from scratch. Nearly got tattoo tonight, pencilled in for Fri 17th, 6.30pm.It's 'Veni Vidi Vici' on upper-back in purdy script.Will return emails, comments, private messages, tmails, visits shortly.You still love me and we both know it.

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Went out to celebrate M's 26th birthday at the 3 Wise Monkeys, I dragged little Miss Misha out, too. There are more pictures of this evening at her blog, make sure you leave her some love. Oh, and check out the watch on M, that was my birthday present for him! Row 1: Misha, BourbonBird, M; M's brother, Dan; M's best mate, Pete.Row 2: M's workmate B & ex-missus, K; M rubbing bourbon

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Well, I've done it. The new issue of Investigate magazine is out, and my interview on Vivian Alvarez with James Morrow is in there. There's two goofy pics of me in there, one's with the luvverly lassies, Misha and Tokenwoman, and one of me and dad when I was about 14/15yo. YAY. Funnily enough, it was the only picture out of all three family members (mum, dad, sis) that I had where I was in the

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"Some of her supporters have demanded refunds of their donations to Indonesian victims of the Boxing Day tsunami, while a website launched today is urging Australians to boycott Bali."Oh for fuck's sake, over-zealous, irrational Corby supporters. Grow up.

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Blogger, Oh Blogger!With your navbar so tannedSanity found in my linkageThrough the lonely weekend shiftageHow I loved theeAlas, alack!Shitty bastard futureboxTears you awayLike the Mickey Mouse cakeI wanted for my eighth birthdayI would have feasted, tooHad I not been a shit.Cannot find server?Why do you tease me?!Green search bars accumulateLittle shiny nuggets of hopeIn my lonely, aching

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I've lived here in Sydney for three years and I have only been to town a handful of times. I've decided it's not so much a case of agoraphobia, but more a case of me not liking people. I love meeting new people and seeing new places, but I don't like crowds, especially Sydney crowds. While I freely admit that I am a bandit at walking around alone with a generally salty look on my face (I am

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Belated happy birthday to The Bed & Breakfast Man! The lucky bastard got to sneak a holiday to Queensland with Mrs A, he brought back a tattoo, but didn't bother bringing me back Brisbane. So inconsiderate!So. I've been rotten, I know. A part of me is avoiding blogging because of the Alvarez bungle, and another part of me is just TIRED. Charlotte's really working hard at keeping true to that

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Flicking two seconds before Channel 10's 5pm news, I catch the cliffhanger to today's episode of The Bold and the Beautiful...Scene: Amber Moore's talking with Ridge Forrester (right in above picture) at an exclusive restaurant, holding a blackmail photo album with pictures of Ridge kissing his daughter, Bridget Forrester, on the lips when they were stuck in a mine shaft after he thought she had

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**This post has been pulled temporarily for draft amendments. Please bear with.**

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There's reason to celebrate, people. I have just officially squared off ALL my outstanding debt, and bought myself some cds I've wanted for an age. Misha is going to secure us some tickets to go see the Stereophonics in June, I've bought M his birthday present, and I am on the lookout for a new mobile phone and plan, as my current contract is OVER. Woo!(saved here so I could watch the news)I

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I'm considering taking up further study in the nearish future. Old faithfuls know that I ran away from home at 16, and therefore didn't finish highschool. That's something I'm looking to redo and complete in the next two years before C starts kindy. It's not something I'm proud of, but the ones who've read me long enough know that I didn't really have any other option.It's what to do

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Didn't really feel like sitting at the computer today, so here's a post I prepared earlier.

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Click here for the Grogblogging II pictures. Notables (in no particular order): - Pre GBII drinks with Mish. - Someone kept playing Peter Andre songs all night.- Cam calling Misha a Communist. Misha getting REALLY FUCKING ANGRY because Cam kept coming back to call her a Commie. Me telling Cam to piss off because he kept calling Misha a Commie.- Cam's stories about the Nazis out to get Darp and

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Sorry for the lack of bloggage, I've been pre-occupied lately. Battles with payoffice, Vodafone, Charli, as well as Grogblogging II tomorrow night (am I the only non-politico heading out to this shindig??) and Mother's Day this Sunday, I barely have enough time as it is trying to sort stuff out. BUT. I DID manage to squeeze in seven episodes of Nip/Tuck back to back the other night, so now my

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Woo! Annual leave! I am off this weekend, which means I am work-free for the next fortnight! Ya! I'm going to slow down on the bloggage (ha!) for the next two weeks, spending the time cleaning, procrastinating, and watching the entire first season of Nip/Tuck, along with some awesome movies. However, before I bail for the night, I'd like to congratulate America for breeding a new generation

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I've had a ROTTEN day and I think I am entitled to one angsty post, so this is going to be it. Because this is a streamofconsciousness post, I have scrapped paragraphs and links, and I'm going to post as-is. Charlotte's really getting the hang of this 'terrible twos' business, making my life a living hell today. In the morning and afternoon/evening stretches, her favourite word was 'no!' and

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MISHA, I LOVE YOU! All, if you want to hear the song and see the filmclip to one of the songs I did 'the running man' to in my home videos (I either ran REALLY fast or REALLY slow, I don't remember - probably a mix of both), please check out Misha's 'other' (read: highly questionable) site. She's going to kill me for bringing light to it, but it really is a must see. I laughed my arse off for the

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After reading Misha's post on the random surfing of blogs and the plethora of angsty blogs out there, I thought I'd step out of the box and write down what grates me, through my own experience of surfing blogs. Let me just say here and now that EVERYBODY is entitled to voice their own opinions and feelings, and they can do that however they like. However, if you want to find an audience in me,

Applesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11450225.post-1114415684013552712005-04-25T18:00:00.000+10:002005-05-13T01:09:32.073+10:00

Okay, so I've made it quite clear that I love watching people hurt themselves because of their own stupidity, so I will put a few embarrassing things I've done on here. I've done way more embarrassing things, but they'll stay out of this one because I remember these ones fondly, kindasorta.Unless stated otherwise, these happened before I left home at 16. Some epics have been excluded purposefully

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I've had a lot on my mind lately. Mostly existential waffle, with less than three months to my 21st, but I'll be back after my normal weekend work funk. Cheers, y'all.

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Honestly, I've got a lot on my mind, and it's stuff I don't want to be thinking about. It's more or less to do with my adoptive mother, which I don't want to get into. So when I'm bummed, I go looking for the funnies. I found this gem a couple days ago, and it still has me cackling myself stupid.Here's some Innernet stuff that's stood the test of time and had me falling to the floor with

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It seems I've been struck down with a bad case of Blogger's Block, there's not much to write about these days, and there are a lot of loose ends offline that I need to be tying up before I get lazy...I'm not sure if I've mentioned it here, but the blinds in my kitchen are broken. They're one of those fandangled contraptions where you have to pull down to get them to roll back up -- one night, I

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Are baby sloths rowdy and rumbunctious?Does anybody else find gagging as humorous as me?Why is red?Who's going to Grogblogging II?Do I owe your blog a visit?What are you up to?How are you today?What's on your mind?My mobile phone is lost. I can't find it because it's on the 'silent' setting. Why? Oh, I don't know, maybe because I'm shithouse. Oh well, maybe with my next round of furious

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Firstly, check out new Charli pics on the 'Girlbits' box on the left of my blog. Pages 3 & 4 are from last Tuesday at the park - page 5 is a muffup, it's blank, I know. Ah, work. When it's quiet, it's -- pardon the pun -- dead. When it's busy, it's a blind panic. It's always the way that when Liis leaves for the day, the work comes in. It's just the scheduling of incoming regional eskies, IVF,

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I'm at work right now, and Liisa is sitting at the desk across from me.She says she is slow today. She says it's a blonde day, but we both know it's because she's ETHNIC. She's half Egyptian, half Finn. She doesn't look like Huckleberry Finn, nor does she walk like a Gypo. For someone so ethnic, she sucks at life. I thought ethnic meant ponchos and cactii and clogs and kebabs.I love her like

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