Some people will just be Tools for Life.
4:41 PM, Friday, 15 February, 2008
In my special Caro-logic way, I have developed a new Theory of Shoes. It goes like this:
i) If one finds shoes on sale, one must buy them.
2) If one finds shoes on sale and buys any number of shoes, the total price being less than or equal to the original price of any one pair of the shoes purchased, one can be said to have only bought one pair of shoes.
c) If one's sale-related shoe purchasing goes above and beyond the original price of a single pair of shoes, one's purchases only equal two pairs of shoes. Really.
d) When the shoe rack gets full, see i).
I will create equations and pie charts to prove this, as my research progresses.
In the meantime, I would like to remind everyone to sponsor me in Febfast, whereby I, guided only by the power of my shoes and my associate addiction to Green & Black's Maya Gold chocolate, AM NOT DRINKING ANY ALCOHOL FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH OF FEBRUARY. Please sponsor me in this, because for once it's not all about me - it's about the youth with alcohol and substance abuse issues who we're raising the money for. Thanks.
I will leave you with this: For, something about the video here made me find it to be hysterically funny. Maybe because life is too precious, my friend. Maybe because of the hair. Maybe because of the tools...
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Hardcore Frottage
1:30 PM, Thursday, 14 February, 2008
This afternoon a pair of teenagers were lying on the steps to my office building, getting down and dirty valentine's day style*. Most people were amused as they stepped around the writhing, some were horrified.
I was most astonished that they weren't getting sore backs from wriggling around on the stone stairs, but then again I'm not as young as I once was. I tend to think about whether it'll hurt or make me cold before I jump in these days.
Eventually somebody in the building decided to burst their valentines day bubble, about an hour into the exhibition, by calling security - four guards surrounded them and asked them to leave the premises. They wandered away red-faced. Ah, young love...
*Plastic rose lying discarded on the footpath beside them.
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Sorry
8:08 AM, Wednesday, 13 February, 2008
It's about time.
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Early Onset Dementia
8:11 AM, Monday, 11 February, 2008
This morning I spilt coffee all over my cute little dress. I was already late for work, so I ran into the bedroom and threw on a cute little skirt and cute little top. I had already checked that I was wearing underwear. Easy!
After I got off the tram, as I was working up the street in my cute little skirt and cute little top on my way to work, I was thinking to myself:
"I thought this cute little top had pockets."
"Lucky I remembered to wear undies today! This certainly is quite a short cute little skirt!"
"I could have sworn that this cute little top had pockets!"
"Undies really are good. Freedom of expression aside, they do keep my butt warm on a chilly morning."
"Didn't this cute little top have pockets...?"
...
...
"Oh my god I put my cute little top on backwards!"
Hanging my head in shame, I walked faster. As soon as I got to my building I dashed into the bathrooms and rectified the situation. Oh. My. Gods. I knew I was getting old (only 19 sleeps until 26 years!) but really didn't think I'd be feeling the effects so soon.
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