Happiness is:
- Boys in low slung jeans with their arses hanging out.
- White wine on a Sunday afternoon.
- John Howard wrong-footed by the young up and comer. Fuck. Less than a week to go. Fuck . Even opening the morning paper at the moment is frightening. I do it incredibly slowly, terrified of seeing a 'LATHAM FUCKS CHILD CORPSE, SCOOP PIX!!!' headline in front of me.
- Getting naked.
- Inviting a cab driver to a friend's party, promising him it is a SEX PARTY . Then leaving before he gets there.
- Doing enough half-arsed tidying so my bedroom no longer looks like it's inhabited by a fifteen year old retarded boy with schizophrenia.
- My dog. Do you not just love an adorable puppy ending to a post? Wait 'til I roll her up in toilet paper and get her all fruity. You'll die.
6 days til the election. SIX! FUCK CHRIST FUCK CHRIST*!
42 days til Gabi comes home.
Taxi Driver Tally - Last night I had one 'I'm voting Greens, but I think it will be Labor. No wait, Liberal. No wait, Labor. Okay, if I have to pick one it'll be Liberal', one 'Greens all the way', one 'Want it to be Libs and reckon it will be' and one 'If I have to choose I'll choose Liberal. But I can't vote because I'm not a citizen.' Yes, I do catch a lot of taxis don't I? That is because I am 'relaxed' about money.
So the Tally stands at Latham 2 1/2 (that dithering guy counts as a half), Howard 5 and - outstandingly - Greens 2.
*The author of this blog does not advocate the fucking of Christ or Christ-like figures, just in case there are any troubled teens still reading.
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I just heard an ad on 3RRR saying that you'll be part of the election night coverage. Does this mean the big election night party is down at the RRR studios?
Nope. I'll be irritating people on RRR from 6 - 8 then making a dash home for fishnet stockings and records, then going to Ding Dong for revelry. Doors open 8.30pm.
happiness is working on a sunday and being COMPLETELY FUCKING UNABLE TO CONCENTRATE
I've dropped my jeans an extra couple of inches just for you...
Happiness is an earnest Greens leafleter
It's like we're all waiting for the little cunt to pull some totally nasty terrorism/boat people stunt in the last few days. He's so good at it. Even Michelle Grattan is wondering what he'll pull out of his arse (although written in much more balanced language than me).
Don't care, see it all before.
Roll on Saturday. I'll be up nice and early.
i got naked today, and not in the good way.
Michelle Grattan pisses me off more each time i read her articles, she's an ugly right-wing blind old bat.
happiness is a night of great food and heated political discussion with old friends.
unhappiness is the fact that everyone was fully clothed.
Is Michelle really that bad? I've always thought she was reasonably fair and balanced. I mean you could do far far FAR worse. Besides I am a speccy-four-eyes as well. We stick up for each other like priests. Get behind one another and so on. Errgh.
No nakedness here :(
Oh yeah happiness is getting through monday and tuesday without being fired from being a student.
Watch out Pony on Tuesday night.
How exactly does one get naked in a bad way?
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