My New Child

NEW IPOD. 80G. BLACK. HOT. FUCK YEAH.

Ouchy, hot

It's 28C, 42% humidity, and fucking 2.15am I want to be asleep. It's too hot.

Iron Chef?

I've never been a 'won't somebody please think of the animals' sort of person. But watching some random chef pull one out of a tank, drop it on the floor and laugh at it trying to get away makes me feel miserable. Human's are such assholes. Except Ian Fleming, he has Octopus respect.

hot: everywhere, but in particular, Louise's aparetment on the 22nd floor, getting the full dose of Melbourne's killer afternoon sun.
not: see above
music: none
mood: chipper
goals: $4 daquiris/strongbow

Hey, sitting in Chipper's room discussing he finer points of Strongbow Dry as opposed to Sweet, while not forgetting the awesomeness of aforementioned $4 daquiris. Tom will be duly introduced (resistance is futile) to the $4 Afternoon Daquiri Club, in which it's members consume copius frozen nectar-of-the-daquiri-gods stuff and fall off their respective sitting contraptions. Hell Yes. Occasionally we also get complimented by the bar staff about how well we're 'putting them away'... is that good or bad? Can I be proud without being white trash? Does it matter if you're in a casino? Should I even bother trying to retain what dignity I didn't leave at the door?