i have a friend, he writes, he writes about everything and anything that crosses his liberated mind, and so he should.
sometimes, very rarely though, he writes about his friends, stating his opinions on different matters and situations, empathising, sympathising and providing advice, which is good, so don't be alarmed if you think he writes about you, it only shows that he's concerned, and being friends we can let down our guard and forget our pride, at least for a few moments. alas, we can stop asking "where is the love?" cos this man's got ALL the love!

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i have another friend who shall not be named, she went to a sex shop and found it hilarious, one of her remarks was "how do you insert that? it must be painful", or something to that effect.

that's goddamn hilarious...

her remark that is, not the giant dildo.

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oh yeah, stuff i've gotten so far:

pirates of the caribbean dvd
bad boys 2 dvd
the hulk quilt cover set - and NO i'm not posting pictures of it here
a stein with 'dancing queen' engraved on it - charming
a marcs shirt - this one's fabulous
funky arse diary - uhhh funky
bottle of malibu - mmmm malibu
lonsdale jacket - aquary-bluey, it's not as faggy as it sounds
cufflinks - squarish
another pair of cufflinks - cylindrical
book: "you inc."
a chocolate mud cake
$2 scratchie - it had potential but it's now a small piece of cardboard
baboons t-shirt : it's very very exclusive!

last but not least, LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of drinks...


i'm indebted.

what the hell

if you read this, i'm sincerely sorry.

i hope the damage isn't permanent, it's been a roller coaster ride for the last few months in my world and i've been oblivious to things that were so clear and simple to me not so long ago.

i know you are happy, i can feel it, except on late monday afternoons on your way home from work. Don't let my insignificance get in your way - like i said in my email to you, i'm glad you told me what you did, i understand that because you tell me those things only shows that you really care.

dear friend, my mentality has changed, but know that i'm still the same person i've been all these years............. uhhh............... wait just a god damn second here... i just got your reply!... it's all good now!

we're friends again everyone!

some thoughts before i forget them..

i really hate people who eat salt and vinegar chips on a hot and crowded train.

if i was homeless and it was stinking hot, i'd jump on a tangara and stay there all day, they can't fine you cos you got no home and you got no ID.

carrying a backpack with my company name and logo makes me feel odd.

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its presence is looming, its close and i'm acutely aware of it,
before it consumes me entirely, i'm already feeling its affect,
it's happening all too quickly..

what did you say!? you're turning 25 this year?
yeah, you too right?

HOLY.

FKN.

SHIT!

tomorrow's monday
it seems farther than it's ever been
eight minutes to go
again, seems farther than it's ever been

in other news...

schumacher ripped everyone a new one,

and samboy bbq chips are goddamn salty.