08 February, 2006
Fit fit fit fit.
I need a personal trainer- one who'll come in in the morning and say, "hey sunshine here's your juice up you get you look hot hey do some no? no stretching? no you just wanna sleep? you're sore from work.... GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED YOU LAZY SHIT.. oh oh don't cry its okay."
So really... I need an electric buzzing device to shock me the same time every day and until I exert a certain level of energy it wont quit.
Knowing me I'd get used to the pain pretty quick and be trying to work out ways to 'harness' the zap.
You know Mike is right.
I've printed out some applications- one for the Hobart Art Prize- quite a few others too.
Do do do.
Can't be in it to win it hey?
Its strange making friends. What is stranger is when you meet someone and you think - gosh that person is like a readymade friend- I'd want to talk to them and hang out and buy them beers and go to the beach with them (isolated don't worry I'm not that fucked in the head today) and... you like what they do and how they act- they freak you out just enough to interest you.
And...
let's wait til I'm straight and thinking semi normal before I keep going hey?