03 December, 2003
Off in a minute to Big Mouth if I ever stop coming up with random lines for dog tags.
I drank a bad coffee and now my insides are as bad as the coffee was..
So my cousin is on the street and he stops me and says within minitues, "So do you wanna move out with me?"
Yes!
He said, "Innit" or something pommish and we're all set to go in Feb.
I have to now consider things like internet connection- the fact that the government and other institutions in this wide brown land don't know that I exist- I'm not sure if anyone will actually LET me pay bills- that is will they connect me to water/gas/elec/phone- or will they venture into credit history and laugh hysterically at me when I ask?
Not to mention just that sad old lurking feeling that happens to stick around when you're used to living with someone and then you're not living with someone- that is not living with someone who's meal times and television scheldule and other day to day things are connected to you in every minute detail.
Yeah yeah it'll be okay.
So I'm going to try to not drink beer.
I had a strange day that actually- in my way of thinking- entitles me to drinking LOTS of beer- but that's the danger zone of drinking wouldn't you say? When you start to think of excuses to drink? So a girl slept in your bed that I think you're secretly in love with and vice versa? Nah not a problem...
So you owe me $130 and I'm poor this week and I have to save and you're talking about spending your pay on drug deals?
That's cool I can deal with...
beer?
Yeah lovely thankyou love one cheers.
I was reading Desktop and realised that the guy who offered me a job when I was working at Dimaru is actually who he (and everyone else) said he was.
He's probably THE MOST successful big time designer in the country.
I'm such a dick.
Wonder if I could send him a note and say, "hey mr cato I once outfitted your entire house with new things when your last wife left you..... remember? those dark slate grey towels? remember the cool grey bed set?.... yeah that's me.. well I'm older and smarter and I know how to do things now... and I'll only vomit before and after the phone interview this time not during it... "
Chance doesn't exist- opportunity does.
Fuckers.