vobiblog

well… maybe later

I’m not even going to try and articulate this in proper sentences after a six-pack of coopers sparkling ale. In fact, I am not even going to write it.

I don’ t have anything to say but I thought I would post anyway for the hell of it.

I haven’t found a house mate yet, but I am still getting enquiries so I am positive that I will find one soon. There was one guy who turned up to have a look at the place yesterday but he was fucking annoying. He worked out faults with the place that I hadn’t even noticed in four years of living here. He still wanted to move in for some reason. He was worried that the bedroom only had a one double power point and that it might get overloaded. Not on my power bill. Next!

My evil cat keeps on jumping up on the desk and sitting in front of the keyboard so I can’t type. How annoying. Sure she could sit on my lap, or next to me, but no. She has to stop me from typing. Then she gets the shits when I kick her off. Silly cat.

Two weeks until my holiday. Yay!

Friday night was Guru’s bux night. We started off in the office with beer and pizza and then went for a walk through the city. Someone thought it would be a good idea to go to City Rowers. For 6 years I have avoided that place like the plague. I now know why. They had a kind of a war motif going on with all this camouflage shit all over the place. The place had a number of televisions showing not one, but two rugby matches. A dance floor full of scanky 14 year old girls dry fucking sleazy balding guys. So many dopey bar staff “Bombay Saphire? Which bottle is that?” the blue one you fucking idiot. After seeing that ‘how to deal with a school bully’ t-shirt on at least 15 guys, it didn’t seam funny anymore. The highlight of the night was when I bet guru $20 that he wouldn’t go up to the pool table and sink the black ball while the goons playing weren’t looking. He went up to the pool table, sunk the white, which was just as funny because the goons didn’t know where the fuck it went. Guru also confessed that he doesn’t like capitalism. I think he might have had enough by this stage.

So after visiting the worst club in Brisbane, we go to The Wickham, a gay bar.I smoked a Rollie for old times sake, drank way to much and made a complete fool of myself (as usual). We then moved on. It looked like we were going to go to a strip club for a while, but no one could decided on where they were going so I pissed off home.

I had to get up at 8am the next day (which hurt) to clean the house as I had a potential housemate coming over to have a look at the room. She seamed nice enough but I don’ t think she was really interested. By the time I actually get someone in here, it will be time to move out.

I had to go into the office today to write up some documentation for that big software project that I recently completed. I hate writing documentation. It is so god damn boring. I have been putting it off for about a week now. It’s not as if I have been doing anything else this week. I wish I could get motivated to work regular hours and actually do my work when I am supposed to. If I did I would actually feel like I am getting away from it, where as at the moment, I do a little bit of work every day.