I'm still running like there's a angry redneck on my tail and I'm getting better, I can now make it half a block further than when I started before falling into a stitch-riddled, gasping, sweaty heap. Yay fitness. *shakes pom-poms* Conveniently, that also explains why I'm so friggin' useless right now.
Anyway there are two important things you need to know:
1. I bit the bullet and joined facebook, I hate not being cool.
2. I've booked my fucking annual leave bitches.
What does this mean for you? Well it means that if you happen to live between Melbourne, Canberra and Sydney and will be around between August the 24th and September the 4th drop me a line because we are so catching up for a beer.
Phishez, Sparsely Kate, Muzbot, Monty, consider yourselves on high alert... Anyone else I've forgotten? You're going to get sucked in too.
So the plan is the motherfucking road trip to end all motherfucking road trips! There will be one mutant, one Calais, one CD tuner, one laptop, one wireless modem and one digital camera. Put 'em all together then bring on the open road baby.
If you have any idea where I should go, what I should see, or any places I should stop then clue me in because you guys are planning this vacation for me. I have no idea where I'm headed or how to get there but I want to go inland to Canberra, the capital of fireworks, porn and Australia, then onto Sydney where severe drinking will ensue then home via the coast.
If anyone knows how to put all that together then: details people, details. I look forward to seeing you on the road kiddo! YEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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facebook is generally crap, but it's very effective for procrastination or stalking.
Feel free to add me if you so feel inclined: facebook.com/cheshkat
Roadtrips are fun, but only if you have a car :P
Take Fenz with you will ya. She needs an outing.
I too finally joined Facebook only to connect perhaps with school friends. I had a different name back then. Two weeks after joining I had four requests, one from a guy I remember and three from girls who's names I remember, but that is it. Where is Fats Aitken? He was called Fats for a reason and it wasn't because of his guts.
I may think of something else, but many years ago we stayed at a nice enough motel in Lakes Entrance when we were returning from Sydney via the coast. Great views. No idea exactly where now.
I hope you're not intending to have drinks with me. Alcohol is anti diet.
Um. I can take you to see the bridge, and we can laugh at the hideousness of the house.
Hmmmm, can we get all your Sydney followers together in the one place? Worth a shot...
Come to Brisbane for fuck sake
Willkommen to Facebook! Soon you too can take amazing quizzes and find out which Disney princess you are, and find out how long you’ll last in a zombie attack. Yes, all good things, but it’s also a good way for your friends in Denver, CO. to cyber-stock you.
My broomstick does not do anything beyond the driveway, so I shall wave madly as you whoosh past, petal ;)
Hey, Sydney is THE CAPITAL of severe drinking so line me up for a small'ish session whilst you're here!!! ;-)
I am SO taking you out for a drink and we are cruising the gay boy aisle looking for porn in Fyshwick. You better believe it - I know my way around that place now :)
Fenz, please hold while we process your request... I'm all for a bit of procrastination too, hence blogging! Oh, and I gots me a car, that's what the whole roadtrip thing is for!
Andrew, poor Fats Aitken, it must be terrible to go through life with pudgy wrists, that's what you meant wasn't it? I get the feeling Lakes Entrance will be on the cards too.
Phish, you're exemt from all dieting while I'm visiting. Can we see if I can pick a tile off the house?
Stu, if you name a good venue then yes, we can
Ben, you might be in luck - I don't know when it'll be but there'll be a random weekend up there sometime. I'm going to need you to teach me how it's done!
Stevie, I'm worried about you Denver boiz... I thought you were all charming, lovely lads, the kind you could take home to meet mother... Now I'm not so sure, but also relieved at the same time!
Jayne, that'll do I suppose, although woosh past is a very complimentary way of putting it!
Monty, smallish session? Not if I have anything to do with it. Considering I drink like an Irishman and McBrad would most likely drink like a Scott (I'm assuming) you may just have to hone your skills!
Kate, if you don't cruise the gay boy aisle with me I'll be so upset, plus I figure its time we talk you into a purchase or two... You and I will be the queens of Fyshwick!
Damn now that is one road trip I would like to be a part of :)
I was addicted to Facebook for all of about two weeks until I started to drown in waves of useless emails. I'm disconnected from FB now...but still in Sydney.
Plan to have high tea at the Hyatt in Canberra, followed by a genteel stroll along the lake.
Then you can get up to some general debauchery at Fyshwick, if you wish...
half a block is impressive! And for the record,I'm sure your butt is awesome, but riding on a bike would give you more of an excuse to display it...
Damien, if you feel like joining me on a kick arse road trip, you're more than welcome to! Book a ticket over so I can have someone to sing along with, pick up hitch-hikers with and generally get up to no good with... You know you wanna!
Victor, My humblest apologies for not mentioning you above, but you are one of the people on my 'must meet' list when I get up there... I could hardly leave you out now, could I?
Vag, High tea at the Hyatt you say? Sounds interesting, would that be a reservation for two then?
Helen, half a block sounds alright, but then some bastard who has justy jogged all the way around Princes Park breezes past and I feel rather insufficient!
Mutt - oh if only I could ;)
It would be Evil............
Evil........ ;)
FYI - theres a new "collect them all" magazine series with models in the newsagents, its all about....TRACTORS!!!!
Issue 1 gets you a TE20 fergy - first issue is always cheap, to get you sucked in, then bloody expensive...
Michael
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