So last Friday I was in the mood to get blind, stinkingly drunk. Lacking my reliable drunken friend resistone (damn Melbourne) I put out an all-points broadcast for drinking buddies.

I found some, we drank at our house and then went out. I finished two thirds of a bottle of scotch before we left.
The rest of the night is blurry, without even any photographic record as I lost my camera.

I'd be content with it staying dim and blurry but noooo, every couple of days someone else is telling me something else about it. My favourite two so far being that I fell off stage while dancing with a friend of my older sister (that I didn't even remember seeing until she told me), and also groped the friend of another friend whom I didn't know at all (who randomly came across my picture on said friends facebook page).

Granted, I looked him up and I can see why I would grope him, but still, sleeping dogs yeah?

Emotional facsimile: amused

I put on one of Gunther Von Hagens DVD's (that I haven't seen before) to have something on in the background... but it's kind of hard to concentrate on anything else when they're peeling a real human body like an overripe mango.


What I love almost as much as the actual dissection are the shots of the audience, which seems to be split into three distinct catagories:
1: Avid and eager.
2: Mildly horrified but unable to look away.
3: The quietly angry looking guy, who uses angry-face to cover up being in groups one or two.

omg they're using a deli-meat slicer to carve up a brain! Ha!

Emotional facsimile: impressed

I like to leave a familiar movie on when I'm in bed sick to comfort me. Which is fine until one of the characters abruptly wakes you by screaming "It's just a flash bomb! GO! GO!" - upon which I ninja-roll out of both sleep and my bed, only to promptly vomit.

So. After a shit day at work during which I felt an over-abundance of crapness, I return home not to find a quiet bed and some peace to sort my mindset out in, but a party I'd forgotten completely about. Never one to say 'Die' without 'hard' attached to it's rear, I make myself the biggest scotch possible (really, it takes two hands to hold this thing) and throw myself in...

Queue the braindead bleached blonde cookie cutter barbie doll freaks that pass for normal chicks these days, and what used to be interesting, self-assured men dry-humping in their wake. I swear I'm gonna stop drinking just to take the one other gay guy here around the block.

Emotional facsimile: cynical
Tunes: Bing Crosby via Notorious B.I.G. (no, really)

Just got back from The Grates playing at Capitol. They were great. Spent the entire show on the upper balcony dancing our ass of like psychos, my calves want to secede and form their own nation. Dan was down on the ground in front, he gave Patience/John a bowtie and they dragged him up onstage for a hug and gave him the setlist for the show (FTW Dan!)

So, still buzzing, gonna pay for this (ongoing) lack of sleep tomorrow.

Worth it.

Emotional facsimile: sore

This would be one of those times.

Emotional facsimile: giddy

Massive night last night, chewed through my reserves of cash, so groggily looking through my crap for my credit card this morning to buy some supplies (cos I want to make Anzac biscuits). Could not find a trace of my credit card, which annoys but doesn't worry me, just have to cancel the fucker.
What I did find, however, was that at some point in distant history, I shoved a couple of hundred bucks into a card case and then forgot about it. Woo! I love forgotten money. Now to make some cookies.

Emotional facsimile: sore

Two awesome trophies of Awesomeness aqcuired in one week through our mad Iceman/Maverick volleyball skills.

Conclusion: Awesome squared.

Emotional facsimile: cheerful

"Looking for: - Nudists for cocoa..."

HAHAHAHAH wait, that's not good enough AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

This conjures up images of protesting mobs flocking to the streets starkers carrying banners and chanting cries supporting cocoa.

Gold.

I just watched A Home At The End of the World. That was gut-wrenching in a terribly quiet, everything-is-beautiful-and-awful kind of way.

But, on a happier note, we won the grand final in our volleyball division tonight. Go us and our awesomeness. For which they gave us trophies (read: validation).

Emotional facsimile: sad