tomorrow night

tomorrow night will rock.

The Rainman and I will eat wine and drink cheese and write our novel on the carpet.

almost sounds romantic. except... well... it's The Rainman. If you knew him you'd understand.

instead, we'll create a storm in my living room of stupid ideas and giggles and wine spills and plan pranks for our characters that we could never pull off in real life, or in earlier days when we were young and drunk and stupid. not much has changed, except our beer guts are bigger and the greys are starting to show.

life is good.

XTC

Dear God, hope you got the letter, and...
I pray you can make it better down here.
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
but all the people that you made in your image,
see them starving on their feet
'cause they don't get enough to eat
from God,
I can't believe in you

Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but...
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
and all the people that you made in your image,
see them fighting in the street
'cause they can't make opinions meet
about God,
I can't believe in you

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!

Dear God, don't know if you noticed, but...
your name is on a lot of quotes in this book,
and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
and all the people that you made in your image
still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it ain't, and so do you

Dear God,
I can't believe in
I don't believe in
I won't believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners, no devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
You're always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
and it's the same the whole world 'round.
The hurt I see helps to compound
that Father, Son and Holy Ghost
is just somebody's unholy hoax,
and if you're up there you'd perceive
that my heart's here upon my sleeve.
If there's one thing I don't believe in…

it's you....

Same Same

Lately my days seem to resemble the day before, with very little deviance deviation. Get up, go to work, go home, eat, sleep. Sometimes I go to the gym, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I blog. Sometimes I watch tv, but I’m not really watching. I’m not even really in the room.

Last night there was an occurrence that caught my attention. Something to stand out amongst the salmon-coloured cubicles and the hallway banter and the peak-hour traffic and the dirty dishes.

And there were cops.

Yes sir, yes sir

Two cars full.

I don’t know what the Ferals were up to last night, but it required police attention that blocked my driveway and stirred my curiosity to the point of insomnia.

And then this morning, it was business as usual. And I still don’t know what went on over there last night.

It’s like nothing even happened at all.

What a fizzler.

party

I prefer rubber corks in my wine - I end up with less floaters that way.

I also love fireworks. Occasionally I'm tempted to microwave al-foil just to see the sparks fly.

heh

nothing's going to make sense today

short life

if a baby-to-be leaves the "before life" to be born, but is then aborted, does it return to the "before life" or make it's way to the "after life"?

and are they one place or two different places?

short story

Once upon a thing there was ...

and then ... there was an explosion and someone got pregnant.

          Ever after

                amen

Postcard from The Rock

"At least we got camels."

WTF?

Fuckin' Rainman.

autopilot

Went driving this morning and it dawned on me half-way to my destination that I could not recollect at least 5kms of my journey. Not a huge distance in the grand scheme of things, but definitely far enough to worry about a blackout.

Did I run a red light?

Did I miss my turn off?

Is this even my car?

dried up

How do you deal when your bestest drinking bud in the world wants to stay sober on "hump day"?

R.P.O. part 2

You asked for it...

So far I've written a big long letter listing in exhausting detail my every greivance with this guy. I love writing formal letters. I get to use lots of big words that allow me to express my fury without lowering myself to his level of unprofessionalism.

I'm yet to decide whether to mail it like a big frilly skirt, or march up to the big man and slam it on his desk in person. And then yell - "You've lost yourself a customer!!!!!"

I've always wanted to do that.

nada

ever had a dream that made no sense what-so-ever, but for some reason it was important that you remember every detail?

i'm clutching at misty forms and foreign words, and waiting for the re-run.

this time i'm taking notes.

moody

"Seems she’s not an afternoon person either." The Rainman and Swanny exchange knowing smirks.

Me: "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"I told Swan that you weren’t a morning person, and to be nice. Looks like you’re not an afternoon person either."

"Fuck off."

"See."

R.P.O

I've lost track of how many people I've abused over the phone the last couple of days - this is bad because for most of them it wasn't even their fault. The actions of one lazy incompetent lying person affects more people than he realises, and he's not sorry.

He's everyone's best friend -

She'll be right mate.

Everything's on track.

It's all under control.

Bullshit

Don't call me to let me know things are behind schedule. I'll figure it out for myself, and pre-emptively cancel the meetings I shouldn't have bothered making in the first place. Ignore my phonecalls and messages; I'll just yell at the receptionist, the delivery boy, your boss, fruitlessly.

This is not good customer service. This is not good ol' common courtesy. This guy is a complete wanker. And this isn't the first time.

Will my next actions get this guy fired? Or will I just come across as psycho-woman?

stuffed

I

hate

the

gym.

two weeks later

It's been 2 weeks and 2 days since my archery injury. The bruise on my arm is almost completely gone, but the bruise on my left boobie - which had turned black and was the size of a baseball - is now the size and has the appearance of a teenage hickey.

Apparently the archery officials have been "watching me". Apparently I have good form. My friends think the officials are sleazy. I think I have natural talent - injury aside. I also think my friends are jealous. Because I'm better than them, not because I'm being watched.

At any rate, stay out of the way. This is not a fad.

blog-fatuation

Seems talking blog crushes is the thing of the moment. After some random blog surfing today I came across several posts about favourite blogs/bloggers. I didn't think I had one until about an hour ago when I stumbled across this one:

I live on purpose.

Blog-lust at first sight.

On further contemplation, my long term adoration of this one and this one earn them god-like status on my blog-crush-list, as they are purely and solely responsible for me starting a blog in the first place.

darkness

staring at the ceiling
through the black
perfectly still
the tears
form perfect little puddles
in the wells behind my ears

i do my best work under pressure

i've been running on pure adrenaline and gummi bears and very little sleep. deadlines dominate almost everything i do. the sense of relief and satisfaction to meet that deadline square in the face is very short-lived and is soon replaced with "what's next?". like finally finishing a book you want never to end because it is so brilliantly written, and desperately hanging out for the sequel. i'll pour my next drink before i finish my last, just so i don't get thirsty between trips to the bar.