SPEEDING TOWARD THE GROUND, THROUGH THE AIR WITHOUT A SOUND. Brilliant.
Last night I saw my favourite artist perform. It was amazing. It made up for the fact that I was in the Valley by myself all night. Bazan played like 18 songs or something, so it was pretty ace and to hear them all live was incredible. Just a dude and an accoustic and I was captivated. Seeing as he/PTL has been around for 12 years and this is the first time to oz, there was an electric atmosphere. There was an awed hush when he started playing June 18, 1976 which made Bazan laugh. People were hugging and kissing when their favourite song got played which was kinda weird, I guess I will try that when I actually go with someone- so look out Sydney! Highlights were- Bad Things to Such Good People, Of Minor Prophets and Their Prostitute Wives, When They Really Get to Know You They Will Run, and Cold Beer And Cigarettes (RIDE ON RIDE ON RIDE ON!!!!). I was a little reserved as I was by myself and such, but I have my harmonies ready- so the next 2 shows are going to be off the chain!

It seems as though Freddo and I share a special relationship. Every week I go to the grocery shop,  he is on sale. It’s like he knows that I’m going to be there and that the affordable price he is selling himself for is right up my fiscal alley. Most recently he has been giving me 5 free tattoos in every pack! It’s incredible. It’s like he is implicitly catering for my love of chocolate and temporary tattoos, so today I tip my hat to you Freddo. You are the true gentleman of animal shaped Australian-made confectionery.

Something is in my walls. It keeps waking me up at night scratching away at my brain. Maybe it’s a possum or a mouse or something. I hope it’s not scorpions, if there is one thing that I know about scorpions it’s that I don’t like them. Scorpions FTL.

A loved one was recently involved in a fox attack, crazy I know. He is alright ,but still a little shook up, which is understandable. Maybe he will be more careful next time, and not trust foxes. It turns out that even though the original attack was over…they still think about the occaision fondly. Beware the fox.