keets

on thursday night im having agathering at my place to celebrate mine boifday/ return. i'll probably msg you all and/or see you all before this exciting event anyway but... yeah. i know halfo f you losers have soccer or something so you'll all just have tocome later on - preferably *after* you've all showered...

so i maybe have new plan for next year. first, i'll move home and get a job and work and work and work as much as possible and save 5 or 6grand. then, when im all cashed up, im going to dublin. stay in a hostel till i find a place to live, get a job, do all that stuff - weekend trips to england and france here i come! get your culture on, yo!

i think im fired from my saturday night job... it was grandfinal on saturday (crappy AFL-style) so i went to a pub to watch it with jess. i then proceeded to drink about 5beers more than i should have considering i had to work through until 5am the next day. then i let jess call me in sick as i was drunk and my judgment was suffering accordingly. *then* i felt horribly guilty for the rest of the night cos stewies cool and i stood him up. then i got pulled up onstage in the middle of the drag show at the exchange. then i killed amber and hannah with my foul mood-rays the following day and refused to attend any sort of funeral in there honour.