welcome to kingsford

your glassy eyes betray you

Last week, there was a midnight rampage at kensington and a couple of cars got smashed, this week the bus drivers union said it was considering boycotting dangerous routes including kingsford after somebody fired an air rifle at a bus driver from the kingsford roundabout. I love the eastern suburbs, they have so much character.

i woke up this morning acutely aware of what last nights binge drinking had done to my body. You start to take notice when your piss smells like whisky. i have a vague recollection of wobbling into uni at night in search of more alcohol and being given a slice of cold pizza instead, with the advice to stay out of trouble.

Its 1130 am on a saturday. The weekend has arrived. The domestic life is now presenting me with two options, that both hold promises of scrotum splitting excitement and fun; cooking or trying to figure out why the washing machine wont work.

The academic life is presenting me with a list of weekend obligations that i shall doggedly attempt to plough thru like an old farmer on a dead mule in a barren field.

The social life is reminding me that it is a figment of my imagination.

for 2 weeks i have been whining about going to the beach. today hell and highwater wont keep me from it. but catherine the great, and a spoilt washing machine might.