Thank god New Years Eve passed by without anyone [I know] really noticing.

New years eve last year and we got all adrenalised and fired up went to a warehouse party at fucken lan franchis hunted around until dawn, broke into a public pool got caught by the police, copped a lecture and went home to sweat out a 45*c day.
I am so sick of that story, just from me telling it. So thank god the beginning of the 2007 new year just slipped by, with a super fun but quaint backyard soiree in the burbs.
No fuckwits, no warehouses, no ironic fashion.
Just The Smiths, a cat and your mum.

2006-What a fucken mediocre year. It was the year of depressive trauma, pathetic habitual duties and paperwork. I think it was halfway through the year that everything started going pear shaped. Started getting tired. Tired of the surry hills, tired of the posers, tired of the yuppies, tired of the junkies, tired of the noise, tired of the Shakespeare. Wanting to kick the barstools from under the thirty year old local drunks and scream ‘get the fuck out of here run run go away stop drinking get some sun have a glass of water the only thing you have in common with each other is alcohol!’. But they’ll never move and I’ll never scream.

My mum decided she wanted to holiday in Spain with her best friend over the Christmas break, and while she was never the type of mum to be late picking me up from school, or left me at netball practice or a friends house, in this instance, you could say I felt somewhat abandoned. But I let it go. I said I love you have a great time bring me back a t-shirt. I’ve received a couple of emails from her saying she is having a great time and that she and her best friend have been drinking a lot of wine. I didn’t take this seriously until I received a card for my 23rd birthday that read as follows:

Happy Birthday
22nd one
is very fortunate
and full of fun
$50 to spent
on ‘U’

Well right off the mark she got my age wrong and I’m not sure whether that little ditty is meant to be a poem or what but I don’t know what it means. To me its like the unintelligible ramblings of a serial killer. Not to mention the use of txt msg jrgn. Sloppy parenting, but I’m willing to hold 2006 accountable. The fallout of the most substandard year.