16 December, 2003
....I'm high on the hill
Looking over the bridge
To the M.C.G.
And way up on high
The clock on the silo
Says eleven degrees.....
THIRTY FUCKING EIGHT DEGREES!!!
That's about 101 for you american peoples out there.
I'm about to tra la la down to the bar and get myself some beer. I feel bad because I was supposed to be meeting N there but I cancelled on him and am going anyways. That's awful really? Really. Instead LG and myself are going to go and sit and talk and be girls and hopefull later tonight I'll find myself on stkilda beach watching night time ocean roll in.
Roll right on in and cover this stinking hot city tonight would you?
I know we had 72 million worth of flooding the other week and now we have a heat wave on- but really come on- all this almost catastrophic weather may as well throw itself up a notch.
Let's have a volcano errupt or something hey?
Good news. E.P is going away to Byron for winter and if I play my cards right I could score her room in a nice house in Elwood for a few months. No bond kiddies. 450 a month isn't too bad- kinda what I was hoping- expecting- to eventually get. Its a lovely house though and room with a huge wardrobe built in and a window that looks out onto...
get this get this
THE BACK GARDEN!!!
All this heat is making me excitable.