I am but one of the proletariet who must wear spectacles to read and work on the computer. This said, i often don’t, so i’m still dicovering those banal happenings often overlooked by the visually gifted. Tonight, it was the lenses fogging up as i sipped my tea. Boy did i get a shock.

So, persons who wear glasses, you know…respect. Or something.

Yours truly (crushed under essay explode) mimx

our house, is a very very very nice. with a big rock in the yard, it used to be so hard.

when one dreams of moving house, one dreams the street will be named 1 bungay st.

when one dreams of a backyard, one dreams of it made completely of stone.

when one dreams of their bedroom, one can only hope its next to the kitchen.

take a piss in their toilet, and lets go.

…is the best way to describe kevin rudd.

Apparently he has a slot on Sunrise with Kochi (or whatever the fuck his name is) and that vapid wench that says “zackly” whenever koshi ejaculates his unwanted opinions all over her charming pencil skirt.

the prawn salad by bill granger.

the text and internet slang used by our teens.

the [offensive] joke segment. It’s all on there.

In fact the only useless piece of shit i didn’t see on seven fucking sunrise, was kevin rudd.

7:30am – awoke to the sound of a million ringtones (sans throat)

11:52am – awoke (again) feeling very sorry for myself, short of breath

12:15pm – shower, tea, toast…dr phil

12:30pm – ‘hello is mim there?’ pat!

2:30pm – my bubba+chicken noodle soup
3:00pm – ‘cocaine kerry’s mum, “i shagged your boyfriend”‘.

4:15pm – siesta

5:15pm – pseudoephedrine snooze

6:00pm – bad puns and nail guns

7:00 – shakespeare

8:30 – shots (feeling not so sorry for myself)
9:00pm – panadine forte

9:30 – gin & tonic (feeling pretty good)
10:20 – sign out, double gin& tonic

10:50 – double gin & tonic

11:20 – double gin & tonic

12 midnight – gin & tonic

12:30 – yolk & toast the clare

2:3am night time cold & flu