349Life
So I haven’t been around here for a while, which I feel merits an update on my life even though I never made life updates on here oh well.
I ate a whole packet of seaweed crackers, which made me joyous and sceptical. Anything that crisp which is in packet-form cannot be good for me, but seaweed and rice! Also, where do they get the seaweed for seaweed crackers? Do they send malnourished Philipino boys out deep-sea diving to pick the slimy wet tendrils out of the ocean? I feel there is something perverted about eating anything that spent its whole life underwater.
My sex partner/inappropriate dinner guest/unregistered preferred political candidate/boyfriend and I attempted to go and watch The Lorax in THREE DIMENSIONS, but I drank a whole bottle of wine and sorted out my closet instead, and I feel uneasy about being around large amounts of children in a dark enclosed space after an experience like that. Also, I have feelings of unrest regarding a three-dimensional, orange, computer-generated, make-believe character conjured from the mind of man that called himself a doctor but solely wrote children’s books teaching me life lessons through the mystery and wonder of the big screen. The after-movie-conversation would have been too full on to deal with, I think.
We went and looked at two flats contained within the one house today. House-hunting is a bizarre ritual where a person wearing a pants-suit stands in a room while you decide whether you like that room, and they can perhaps guide you towards a preference. Most real estate agents just stand silently near the doorway with a clip board though, and that’s not proper ettiquette for a guest of my potential house, I don’t think. We didn’t like the flats because one had a kitchen reminiscent of being on the wrong side of the barbed wire fence in Nazi Germany, and the other one was so dark I tried to turn a light on, which prompted the Real Estate lady to say “There’s no electricity” in the real life voice I imaged Anne Frank to sound like when I read her diary.
I can’t think of anything else that has been happening, which is sad because I haven’t really summed up the adventures of my life since I last posted here, I just told you what happened to me today.
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That is what I’m talking about.
Rock’n Roll George outside the old New York Hotel in Queen Street, Brisbane.
Rock’n Roll George’s FJ Holden.
I know I’m a bit late on this, but fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
So, uh, when hippos are upset their sweat turns red.
