tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928067536912745642024-03-19T03:27:56.687-07:00I Just Want To Have Something To DoI figure if I write it down it wont sound so crazy in my head. These are just some things that I have been thinking about lately. It's apparently someone's life, oh yeah mine.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-27001224925901141462011-02-02T04:23:00.000-08:002011-02-02T04:33:19.546-08:00So I was waiting for some fish and chips and I was reading this old zoo magazine that they had there. I can't remember what but it had a really interesting article. There was this old maybe 30 year old guy there too. He had grey stubble, but it kinda suited him. Everytime I looked up he tried to catch my eye. I pretended not to notice. Finally he made this noise, like a little squawk. I looked up surprised and he was grinning at me. He told me that I was hot. That I looked like the girl on the cover (which is a lie because she had black hair - mine is brown with tips). He then told me that he was 'on the roids.' I asked him if it shrunk his balls. <br /><br />He said that it doesn't, that its a lie. After all what do roids do? They build musicles. What's the biggest muscle on the body? The cock. So provided you exercise it and here he gave me this sleazy look as if to say, you know what I mean, it'll get bigger. I asked if it had and he said that he'd only just started. But anyway when your thighs and body gets bigger sometimes it looks like your cock is smaller. Anyway he then got up to get his order, leaving me alone with the fish and chip guy...Oh wait, I gotta go. I'll let you know what happened tomorroew. Sorry to tease.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-68356753375541767542011-01-21T05:20:00.000-08:002011-01-21T05:40:23.454-08:00Living the Dream 2011Well yes at the XMAs party this sleazy Swedish guy said I had a nice ass and a smiled back at him and told him that he would never get anywhere near it. I hear that later that night he ended up fucking Denise, the deaf chick. Maybe he signed something to her about <span style="font-style:italic;">her</span> ass. What a sleazebag. He thinks he's a player having sex with all the fat slags at work but anyone with any self esteem will work him out in a second. No matter how drunk you are. I've seen the way he looks at me and it creeps me out. I don't care that he's assistant manager. It's only because his uncle owns the company. I teased him a bit earlier on, told him I wasn't getting any from my boyfriend just to watch him pant. I admit I was pretty pissed but I stopped drinking pretty early. And it was fun to mess with him. When Mary came round with acid I only took half and it straightened me up. After that I stopped drinking. <br /><br />Let me ask you this. Should deaf loose bitches get shitfaced at work parties. It was pretty funny, she was hanging off him, giving him massages, pulling all the moves. Or that's what Jeff said. I left early. He was one of the last to leave. <br /><br />Anyway somehow it got out and now everyone knows. So as I set here in my cubicle I can see Denise and her eyes are all puffy. she said she's got an allergy but she keeps going to the toilet. For sure to cry. Now everyone knows she's loose. <br /><br />I kinda feel sorry for her because I don't think she gets much action, but still even she should know to stay away from the Swedish. Today denise took lunch at her desk. I think I should tell her no one gives a shit. Maybe tomorrow. Fuck he's ugly. And short. It would be like fucking a troll. I don't think I could get that drunk.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-26514623890413155402010-02-26T01:12:00.000-08:002010-02-26T01:20:11.965-08:0010 Things That Piss Me Off!!!!!!!!!!1. That chick Ruby Rose. <br />People say she's a role model for lesbians because she's done so well. She's taught us if you're pretty they'll put you on TV even if you're a biscuit licker. Even the Winter Olympics where you can say stupid bimbo shit like 'snowboarders are like rockstars.'You will also clean yourself up getting rid of your pretend punk shit for a big cash cheque. <br /><br />that's all I can think of. I started angry but...who can be fucked?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.timeoutsydney.com.au/aroundtown/large-RubyRose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.timeoutsydney.com.au/aroundtown/large-RubyRose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-42800083542992146342010-02-21T03:25:00.000-08:002010-02-21T03:45:41.426-08:00So I've been seeing this guy for a while now. Maybe 2 months, He's really sweet. His name is Jason. He keeps talking about the kids we're going to have. A boy and a girl. He wants to name one Jesse and the other James and have them two years apart. He thinks its hysterical. He wants them to go to school in Footscray because it's multicultural and its good to mix with people from other cultures when you're young so you accept them before you learn that they're different. I think it's a really smart idea. <br /><br />But that's what I like so much about him. He's a bit older than me, going a bit bald on the sides (but it really suits him). He's a bit wiser too. The stuff that he knows about blows my mind, like porno stars don't actually have sex anymore. The guys just take this pill so they don't get hard and they just use footage of older films for the close up shots. I had no idea. I thought they were really going for it. Makes sense though, you can't get diseases if you're not actually fucking.<br /><br />Anyway he doesn't like me smoking weed. He made me promise to stop, so now I can't do it around him. He'd know if I did because he used to be heavy into drugs when he was younger, e's, louie, heroin, everything. Now even herb makes him paranoid so he can't have it. He got so angry last week when he busted me stoned. Started screaming abut how weak I was. It really freaked me out. His head got so red that I thought it was going to explode. Later he explained it though, he wants to stop me from turning into him, and sometimes to stop an addict you have to be firm. I don't think I'm an addict, I just like to smoke a joint every now and then. But I know that he truly cares for me. He wont let me get off the phone until I tell him I love him and sometimes he calls three or four times a day just to hear my voice. And he tells me he loves me all the time too. He's so sweet I feel like we're in a movie. I don't think anyone's ever loved me this much before.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-25245484037603583992010-02-19T04:31:00.000-08:002010-02-19T04:37:43.855-08:00This is why I'm going to try to quit smoking tobacco<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VDK4naDnRbB8Db95QR1YSG2Y5J5fLMTY3ESfiU-vY4Asn671vtkK8nNnLU8io0M-sh_F2uWBWToPKhP6UqI-zkGlKEn2wNfBU15qXEt2tdxv1KCOQIe7jQPnesCgFPM0zFiGu8ygHUM/s1600-h/03092009402.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VDK4naDnRbB8Db95QR1YSG2Y5J5fLMTY3ESfiU-vY4Asn671vtkK8nNnLU8io0M-sh_F2uWBWToPKhP6UqI-zkGlKEn2wNfBU15qXEt2tdxv1KCOQIe7jQPnesCgFPM0zFiGu8ygHUM/s320/03092009402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439931701467507842" /></a><br /><br />BAD TEETH!!!!<br /><br />I remember at school the dental people came round. They had this big poster of Elvis and had used a texta to blot out some of his teeth. He had this big toothy grin. They told us to brush our teeth or it might happen to us. I liked the way he looked so I went home and coloured in the teeth of mums Neil Diamond posters. She went crazy! She ended up calling the school to complain, so maybe they don't take around the Elvis posters no more. Hope not.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-48769842341576786412010-02-17T23:28:00.000-08:002010-02-17T23:32:16.323-08:00Sorry,<br />two things I forgot, one was that when we were driving back yesterday I thought I saw this brown sack in the middle of Sydney rd, which if you don't know is like 4 lanes wide. Then I realised it was moving. So I figured it must have been a dog. But no fucking way it was a woman!!! She would have been about maybe 45 and she was pretty much the size of the wheel of a car. I freaked and pissed myself laughing for the next 10 minutes. I laughed so much I dribbled on myself. Then I felt bad. The other thing that it wasn't smack that we were scoring (thanks Lisa always thinking the worst of me) it was herbAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-36205180749926476952010-02-16T21:36:00.001-08:002010-02-16T21:49:17.029-08:00Today I went out beyond the burbs to this industrial part of Sydney rd. It was next to this spooky little graveyard and stone church straight out of a horror film. When I rocked up there was this strange guy sitting out the front. He was kinda cute except he put his head in his hands and started sobbing to himself as I walked up and I saw he had a big bald spot on the back of his head. Gross!!!!!<br /><br />Probably the strangest thing was I couldn't open the gate to get into the house. It was weird as fuck. I kept trying to pull on the latch but it was wedged in. I struggled at it for ages and I could feel that sobbing guy looking at me. I felt like a fuckstick, but no matter what I did it wouldn't move. I ended up having to call them up to come and even they couldn't open it. So they ended up handing the gear over just out the front they didn't give a fuck. Omen maybe?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-60862105607506190262010-01-31T20:00:00.000-08:002010-01-31T20:07:51.130-08:001stFeb2010Fark, almost a year since I last posted. what have all you dirty old guys in raincoats been doing while I've been away? I have this really cool tattoo but I can't tell you where it is. It's bright blue. And it hurt like hell getting it done, particulalry the lines, not so much the colour. I have a scar over my abdomen. I drink woodstock mostly because the cans are bigger but prefer Beam. I cut my hair real short and died it blond. I am the anti goth. If I see them I just wanna fucking hurt them. Is it just me or do the Williams sisters remind you of Godzilla?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-10003730464999980312009-03-19T05:23:00.000-07:002009-03-19T05:33:10.674-07:00So i was gonna just let this blog die a natural death because I couldn't be fucked writing anymore because I just feel tired and lazy, like a fat slob. Then I read thru what i wrote and thought why is it that so many fucked up things have happened to me lately? Mum is apparently in Whittlesea working with the fire victims. After 2 weeks she called to see if I got the note. There was no note. She insisited she left it on the fridge telling me everything but she is a lying bitch. I don't even think she's doing anything at the fires except trying to fuck firemen. Once we had a gas leak and the firemen came and mum was fully dressed, but when she saw them she went back inside and changed into her silk nighty with her boobs hanging out. It was gross and embarrassing. She went out the front where the neighbours could see and was hanging over the railing asking the firemen if there was anything she could do to help. She wasn't even drunk, just desperate. <br /><br />anyway there's a lot going on but I'm tired and going to bed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-77012139320155605162009-02-28T06:19:00.000-08:002009-02-28T06:25:22.709-08:00Mum has vanished. She's been gone now for two days. She just never came home from work. I don 't know what to do. I tried calling work but they didn't know anything. Who's mother runs away from home? She's not answering her mobile or anything. I'm gonna wait til monday until I call the police. It's really weird. I hope she hasn't been abducted or anything. Fuck it I'm gonna call the police tomorrow. It's too weird. As I write this Reservoir Dogs is on. There are heaps of ants on the floor for no apparent reason and I'm eating butterscotch icecream.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-67642286891134370062009-02-23T04:55:00.000-08:002009-02-23T05:02:56.605-08:00Mum has been pissing me off heaps lately. Asking me where I'm going and when I'll be back, making sure I'm eating all my meals. Telling me to be careful about everything she can think of. Treating me like I can't be trusted. I feel claustrophobic. She needs to get a life already. Tonight at dinner she got a phone call. I think it was about me because she got up quickly and went into the loungeroom so I couldn't hear.<br /><br /> I fell off the front steps a few days ago and grazed my knee pretty bad. The scab has healed and is now starting to drop off. When mum left I quickly ripped it off all the way, ground it up and dropped it in her soup. When she came back she looked kind've pale. As she started to eat I lost it and began to giggle. Mum told me that it was nice to see me smiling again, that I have a lovely smile and I should use it more often. I could feel my knee starting to bleed again and could see droplets of blood hitting the tiles.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-64576802472926713992009-02-21T05:44:00.000-08:002009-02-21T05:46:01.497-08:00still nothing from Justin. nothing to do. nothing nothing nothing. Everything is a big fat nothing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-9649385160480812462009-02-20T02:25:00.000-08:002009-02-20T02:41:50.957-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~pal/images/loon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.xs4all.nl/~pal/images/loon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Turns out that it's a loon. The most primitive bird on the planet. Virtually unchanged in 100 million years. They're really heavy so they can dive up to 600 feet under water. How would you feel if you were a fish and then suddenly a bird came swimming after you? I guess first you'd think you were mad and then you'd get the hell out of the way as quickly as possible. <br /><br />I still don't know why Justin left so quickly that night. I haven't heard from him since. I want to see him to at least tell me what I did wrong. I'm not going to call though because I don't want to seem desperate. Instead I'm going to eat some butterscotch ice-cream.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-51854035873056345912009-02-19T03:59:00.000-08:002009-02-19T04:14:14.403-08:00I heard this noise last night when i was asleep. It scared the shit out of me. I thought someone was breaking into my room. I got up to the window and there was a guy inches from me staring back at me from the other side of the glass. I freaked. But it was okay it was just Justin. I was in my nighty. Luckily it's not the one with the bake beans stain. He told me that he had come to watch me sleep. That he had been thinking about me for days and just wanted to make sure I was real. I opened the window for him and he climbed in. We kissed and cuddled in my bed for a while and he put his hands between my legs. He told me that he was leaving his girlfriend so we could be together. It was starting to get good when he just got up really quickly and said he had to go, that he loved me and that he'd call me tomorrow. He hasn't called yet. Not sure if I should call him or not. I have a session with my counsellor in a couple of hours. As I write this I can hear mum in the loungeroom listening to a relaxation cd of whales singing. She does this whenever she is stressed at work. Track 6 is the cry of the loom. My favourite. Just what the fuck is a loom anyway?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-44084594057616060622009-02-17T04:40:00.000-08:002009-02-17T04:48:38.974-08:00I hate the australian cricket team. I hope someone bombs them when they go overseas. You can tell they are a bunch of assholes. Heavy drinkers, probably rapists.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cricket.com.au/site/_content/photogalleryitem/00002137-Photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://cricket.com.au/site/_content/photogalleryitem/00002137-Photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-72457621192657371182009-02-16T03:31:00.000-08:002009-02-16T03:55:11.346-08:00I just wanted to make it clear that Dad gave me the plant, not a pic of the plant. It's in the corner of my bedroom now. I kind've like it. He of course thinks giving me it makes up for him being a fucking selfish prick, but at least i got a cool plant. It's called a Yucca. Apparently it's hard to kill. I'm gonna try. Then post it back to the fucken asswhipe. <br /><br />I've been seeing a lot of this Justin guy. At first it was annoying, he'd just keep popping up everywhere. But he had herb so it was hard to get too angry with him. But he's actually pretty cool. I love his voice, it has this incredible sing song quality that just lifts me up when I hear it. He's possibly the sweetest guy I've ever met. He tells me everything about his life, what bothers him, what's happening with his friends family and even problems with his girlfriend. And he's definitely having a few. Now that he let me in it feels like he'll be on my side for ever. And it's weird, I feel comfortable telling him things about me, really personal stuff that I've never told anyone before. I just know he'd never do anything to hurt me. At first he seemed to be really into me, even though he had a girlfriend and I though he was going to ask me out, or at least make a move, but in the last couple of days he seems to have cooled off, which is crap because now I want him to do something. It's driving me crazy, I can't think about anything else but him. all day everyday. I imagine what he'd look like naked (Hot!!!!) and I imagine all these scenarios, where we bump in to each other accidently and then fuck in the street or someone's front lawn or at my school. Not in a sleazy sick way, but in a real tender loving way. I know if we got together it would last forever. And I know I can't let him get away either.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-54498943479284490192009-02-15T14:22:00.000-08:002009-02-15T14:30:44.340-08:00I get this registered post letter this morning. So I get off my fat lazy ass and wander down to the post office. I'm sure it will be bad news. Just in case I'd waked and baked, though I've been doing that every morning now so it's hard to say this was the reason I did it this morning. When I hand over my card the post office lady starts giggling, calls over her friend saying 'it's for her.' By this stage I am really freaking out. They give me this:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hellohello.com.au/images/yucca5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.hellohello.com.au/images/yucca5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And a note from Dad: 'Hope your tree-ting yourself well love Dad.'Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-49918608516507437112009-02-14T05:17:00.001-08:002009-02-14T05:23:01.363-08:00tonight when i was sitting on my bed after dinner i just burst into tears for no reason. i couldn't stop, it went on for hours. i ran out of tears and my chest hurt but i kept going. i don't know what this is about. i'm not sad and i don't think i was thinking of anything in particular when it happened. now i'm tiredAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-25086736333037090712009-02-13T02:20:00.000-08:002009-02-13T02:53:29.637-08:00the fires have just floored everyone. The smoke came across Melbourne today, everything was hazy and beautiful, kind've like that Mel Gibson and Michelle Pheiffer film that was on Tv last night Tequilla Sunrise, except that to get the amazing sunset 180 people had to die. So we'd kind've rather missing out on this. It's on Tv all the time, public contributions are up to $63 million, all that bullshit hero stuff and patriotic nonsence about what its like to be an Aussie. So I've started smoking bongs.<br /><br />It turns out that weird guy from down the street is a herb dealer. He saw me out in the street and came over because his mother had told him I'd flipped out and stuff. Apparently he liked that. So he's been giving me as much herb as I want and we've been hanging out. he doesn't seem to want anything in return. Weird. I feel a bit bad because I can never remember his name, it's like Jason or Justin or something. I can never remember. I just call him mate. It's really bad. Mum meanwhile has been impossible, she's walking on eggshells around me, so of course I've been taking advantage. I made her buy Sarah Lee Butterscotch ice cream and we've had Turkish for the last two nights. I can tell she's sick of it, but each night she asks me and I'm getting everything I want. I wonder how long I can milk this.<br /><br />Anyway that's all I feel tired and sad. I suppose I should be going back to school but no ones said anything, so daytime TV + couch + bongs = me. Yippee!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-21850000645948300592009-02-09T04:05:00.000-08:002009-02-09T04:19:46.880-08:00So it turns out I'm cured. Though I didn't get a certificate like Homer that says I'm sane. I guess they didn't want to go out on a limb in case I snap and start attacking people in the street. Anyway I'm back at mums. It's amazing how much a towering inferno of flame can contribute to your sanity. We watched it on the news. 118 people dead, Kinglake wiped out. Everyone was getting really jumpy, when the power went out and they made us assemble in the basketball court to go through our fire plan in case the busses didn't make it in time. Some of the girls were really freaking out, sobbing hysterically. You could just tell if the fire came through here they'd fall to pieces, not remember anything. Anyway the busses came, we grabbed our stuff and got out. Mum was waiting for me at Lakes and the next thing I know we're on our way home. I think they just freaked, not knowing what to do with all these kids with the whole of Gippsland on fire. The whole way home we listened to these horror stories on AM radio about people who were surprised by the speed of the fire, got caught in their cars, almost died. It was awful, I tried to change it but mum wouldn't let me. She barely spoke to me, I could tell she was in shock. <br /><br />Anyway it's nice to be back in my own bed again. I just found a can of bundy and grapefruit under my bed. I can't remember the last time I had a drink. I'm going to neck it before bed. <br /><br />sweet dreams.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-43497074116227917142009-02-03T04:39:00.000-08:002009-02-03T04:54:48.075-08:00there's been this rumour going around that Trevor has been charged for sexually assaulting one of the girls here. I don't know her, but the police did come and speak to her, I think maybe 2 weeks ago. At the time I thought they were going to arrest her for something, like being a serial killer or something and I could be on the news saying, 'no she was really quiet, I had no idea that she murdered and mutilated 17 grandmothers.' <br /><br />She's really really shy, I heard her stuttering a few days ago when she asked to have her room unlocked. I don't even know her name. She has no friends here, doesn't talk to anyone, just sits and reads all the time. I don't know whether to believe it or not. She's not very pretty, just kind've plain, long mousy hair that she doesn't even bother to do anything with, that just hangs down the side of her head. She doesn't wear makeup either just a baseball cap, hoodie and baggy jeans. Though about a week ago I saw her doing laps in the pool and couldn't believe it was her, she had a great body, really thin. I don't know why she hides it. If my body was that good I'd be making sure everyone knew about it. <br /><br />I listened to that Neil Young tape. Fucking terrible. It sounds soooooo 80's. Lame.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-34374345109557037612009-01-29T14:07:00.000-08:002009-01-29T14:29:20.610-08:00I finished that book Victory today. It was such a strange way of writing. I got kind've obsessed by the English women. When Heyst takes her to the island she asks him to choose another name for her so she can leave the past where it belongs. The way they dance around each other, both obvioulsy so desperately in love but too polite(?) to run with it was spellbinding, oh the yearning, it's like an adults version of that vampire film that made me end up in here. We all seem to want that doomed impossible love. We yearn for the agony.<br /><br />Mmm, enough of that talk.<br />Still no Trevor but I'm working on James to find out what happened. He brought me a cassette of Neil Young before, it's called Trans. It has this lame futristic (in the 80's) cover. He said 'it's Neil's electronic album.'He was really excited like he was giving me the most important thing in the world. I asked him if he had any Ramones. He laughed and said 'I'm a hippy not a punk.' And walked away.<br /><br />This is it:<br /><a href="http://www.sidestreetrecords.com/articles/acetateTrans/images/LP_2018x200.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.sidestreetrecords.com/articles/acetateTrans/images/LP_2018x200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-3433909504434259542009-01-28T20:36:00.000-08:002009-01-28T21:24:10.876-08:00I spoke to James for the first time tonight. I'd never really said anything to him before. It was very weird. It never seemed to occur to him that I might be angry with him because he's the one who's keeping me locked up in here. Weird. I was sitting in the lounge, bored out of my brain, reading this book that was lying around. They're all so dodgy here, they buy these crap books that have been cancelled by the library. This one cost them 30 cents (I could see the price inside written in pencil). It was almost falling apart. It had the crappest cover I've ever seen, some kind of classical painting, but I started reading because i was bored and wanted to see how crap it was. It was called Victory and was written by this Polish guy Joseph Conrad in 1914. It was really complicated and nothing seemed to be happening, so I skimmed a lot, just all these westerners hanging out in Timor (or some island somewhere, I'm not really sure) drinking and scheming and bagging this weird swedish guy called Heyst. It was actually pretty romantic. Heyst saves this English girl from a crap dance troup and takes her to a deserted island, falls in love with her, but then these bad guys come because they think he has a burried fortune there.<br /><br />Anyway I'm reading and it's really full on, finally the action's starting to happen, up until this point I didn't even realise that there was a plot. James walks past and says, 'it's a great book, isn't it?' I found myself agreeing with him because it was. Up until that moment I hadn't realised that I was so into it. Then he said 'You're the first person I've seen here who's ever picked it up.' I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. 'There's something different about you,' he said and he looked me up and down - but not in a sleazy way. Again I just sat there quietly. 'You know,' he said, 'Neil Young is playing in Melbourne tonight. Do you know who he is?' I tell him I know he did an album with Pearl Jam and dedicated an album to Kurt Kobain when he died, some kind of grandpa grunge dude. James laughs and says 'you know most of the staff wouldn't have any idea who he is. I would have loved to see him. Couldn't get the damn night off.' There is a far away look in his eyes. 'Come with me kid.' He takes me outside, we go around the corner and he pulls out this joint that he's made by himself from a cigarette paper that's been emptied out and replaced with herb. I look at it surprised and he says that he's really bad at rolling joints. He lights it up and he tells me that Neil Young's just had a brain aneurisym and may never tour again. That he saw him at Festival Hall in the early 80's and he was incredible even though he pissed off most of the crowd because they just wanted him to play the softer stuff from his earlier albums. We finish the joint and he thanks me. I ask him what happened to Trevor and he get all weird, like he's back to being the boss again. 'Why what did he do to you?' He asks watching me. 'Nothing' I say, 'I just haven't seen him for a while.' I can tell something's up but James doesn't give anything away. 'He's just on holidays for a bit.' THen he just turns without a word and walks away. He doesn't even tell me not to tell anyone. Weird.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-15869345437878801972009-01-26T03:20:00.000-08:002009-01-26T03:38:35.741-08:00Still no Trevor, it's been days now, I wonder if anything has happened to him. I asked Marion this dumb Irish bitch who works here and tells these long bullshit stories about how great her son is (An architect in case you're wondering), but she just told me to mind my own business and walked away. The other night I couldn't sleep. So I got up to go to the toilet and didn't turn on the light because I didn't want to be hassled by one of the staff. So I walk past the staff block and there's Marion down on her knees giving James (the night manager) a headjob. I couldn't believe it. James is this old guy, bald, fat, always angry, he's the guy who was at the meeting with mum and my counsellor a few days ago who said that I had been acting, "peculiar and withdrawn," and that another two weeks might do me "the world of good.". He had his eyes closed and as I snuck past I could hear him moaning. He had both hands on the back of her head and kept jamming his thing really hard into her mouth. It was kind've funny, her head bobbing back and forth from the force of the blows, I think she was just trying to survive down there really. I watched for a while but didn't get a good look at his cock. Finally he shuddered a bit, moaned and Marion got the hell out of there quick smart, scrambling away from him before he burst. As I walked off I could her her scream at him, 'oh no you got it on my timesheet.' I started to giggle so I ran off quickly. When I crept back they were both sitting there not talking. He was reading the paper and she was playing with her mobile phone. It was like nothing had happened.<br /><br />I've been thinking of telling some of the other girls, see if I can get them fired, or maybe I should just go back to Marion now and ask about Trevor and if she doesn't say anything tell her that I know about her and James. I don't know. I might give it a few days and see what happens. I miss Trevor's smile. He was my only real friend in this place.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392806753691274564.post-20743068975986070522009-01-22T04:40:00.000-08:002009-01-22T04:55:15.815-08:00Trevor hasn't come in. He was due today but I guess he rang in sick. Probably just as well because I have this huge pusy zit right smack in the middle of my forehead. I look like one of those Indian chicks, and since makeup's not allowed in here I can't even conceal it. Everything's just so boring here, it's like time stands still, then gets bored too so just starts moving backwards in an effort to amuse itself. <br /><br />Between group, your one on one with your counsellor and craft there should be plenty to do, but who can be fucked. I'd stay in bed if I didn't get dragged out each morning.<br /><br />Some girls have these dramas, which were pretty cool at first, but now they're all the same. I don't even bother to get up and watch anymore. They just seem so calculated for attention that I just can't be bothered caring. The staff love it though, they run around feeling important, like when that fat schitzo chick slashed her wrists because she wasn't allowed to have jelly. It was such bullshit, she slashed them across just like on TV, with a sharpened ruler no less. Now all our rulers have been taken away and we've been having random room searches. That should help those here with psychosis right? Why would you be paranoid if without warning strangers ordered you out of you room and just started going through all your stuff? <br /><br />It's weird though. I don't really even care about getting out that much. I just have so little energy. Can't really be fucked. Don't really care. I wonder when Trevor will be back though. I miss my cigarettes.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03756266777953603888noreply@blogger.com0