Moving = SHITTY!
Yo until you move houses twice in a month you never realise just how much crap you have.
And just how weird some of that crap can seem.
Like dude I was going through all my shit when I unpacked and I have hoarded quite a nice little stash of, well to be honest, trash.
For instance, I found leave in hair conditioner from when I had white blonde hair. Why I kept that is beyond me. It is for blonde freaking hair. I’m back to my natural black!
Fuck.
And I found out that I have four copies of Infinity On High.
How fangirl is that??
I have the original copy, the limited edition vinyl release, the CD/DVD special edition and the deluxe special edition (the one with those cards in it).
I have six pairs of the same black Converse Chuck Taylors.
I have a bag full of real shitty guitar picks I should have thrown out years ago ( I didn’t buy them, they came with my first bass).
I have a Barbie doll that my Dad gave me when I was like six. It was a special edition one but the hair is all coloured in with felt pens haha. Good times…
I found a box full of guitar leads but only like three of them work.
On the upside I found like forty dollars in change.
I’m going to keep saving change until I have enough to fill my car with petrol and use it just to piss the petrol dude off.
I think I deserve to because when I worked at a gas station there were fuck that used to do that shit to me.
Payback biatch.
On a lighter note, I found this big framed FOB poster at the Pipeworks market in Melbourne. A steal at $30.00.
On a darker note, I just burnt my tongue on my dinner.
Stupid vegan cheese and spinach roll.
I curse thee!
Tasted good though I must admit.
Bittersweet now that I can’t feel my tongue.
My iPod is full which is a complete ass.
80 GB of nothing I want to delete.
Story of my life.
Haha.
It’s Jack the Camera Guy’s fault.
Anyway my leg is dead and Snakes On A Plane is on in ten minutes, so I’m blowing this popsicle stand for some reptilian goodness.
Peace out.
Keep it gangsturr fo’ da ladies!
