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The other night as i was drifting off into sweet slumber a pleasant memory popped into my head. (I think it has something to do with eating healthily and not drinking)

When I was 9 I went to the dentist with my parents, 2 brothers and my sister. All of us kids got a check up and fluoride treatment. Like all kids we hated going to the dentist with a passion, even if he was out uncle. It was a miserable day outside and after we had all been seen our minds turned to the only thing worse than the dentist: school.

It was at that point Mum and Dad gave my sister a handful of cash and told her to take us to the movies. We all walked up to the train station with smiles on our faces like it was Christmas morning. We went into the city and watched Honey, I shrunk the kids... and we all really enjoyed it.

My parents only recently sold their house and they are moving up the coast so it will require a little more effort (and an overnight stay) to see them. One of my brothers lives in Qld so I don't see him very often , although lately we have been calling each other and just talking about bullshit(my favourite!). My other brother and I have a strained relationship which we've both put a lot of effort into building in the last few years, with a really good outcome.

I think this memory that popped into my head was the last time I felt so close to my family. We all love each other but being the youngest child (by 5 years) I never really felt that close to my siblings. And being a fag I kind of felt like the black sheep when I'd turn up to a family bbq having not slept from the night before and eagerly anticipating the first moment I could escape.

Anyway, I don't really know where all that came from.

I'm off for brekkie.

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me and KT

Week in review

It's been a busy week. On Thursday afternoon the Senior Finished Artist got fired, and me, being the Junior finished artist became the Senior Finished artist by default. Hooray - Promotion!

On Friday we went on a team-building exercise. We all got drunk and talked about rebranding the business which is going to be really fun. Then we headed to artescape for an afternoon of getting the creative juices flowing... and throwing paint at each other.

Here is what my canvas ended up looking like:


I ended up getting pretty pissed afterwards which gave my throat infection a kick start. By Sunday I was feeling pretty average but the "We Love Sounds" festival was on so after a big sleep-in I got kitted up and went for a dance.

Higlights of the day were Modeselektor and The Whip (those boys kick arse). This should get you dancing around in your undies (it works for me in my loungeroom)


The Whip - Trash

I also saw The Bravery but they were a little disappointing. Some songs were great, others were shit. The lead singer really needs to work on his microphone technique.

Anyway, the week has flown by and tonight I am off to see The Presets perform at The Enmore Theatre with a few mates. YAY! WEEKEND!

Oh.. I knew there was something else! I'm on prescription drugs and if I want them to work I need to look after myself. No drinking etc. I have decided to go on a bit of a health kick and I've altered my diet and exercise routine so that I can be thin and fabulous for my B'day (just over 3 months away).

I'll endeavour to put a "before shot" up shortly.

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the whip. My new favourite.

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derrick carter says hi.

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Sik

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Yay!

i love Redfern

I went to the Dr this morning to try and get rid of this nasty throat infection I have. He was a bit concerned so he wanted to "swab" it. This involves shoving an oversized ear cleaner halfway down your throat. He complimented me on not flinching. I wanted to tell him my gag reflex left me years ago, but I thought it may be inappropriate.

Anyway, I went to the nearest toilet (which happens to be across the rd from a huge public housing development) because the Dr wanted a urine sample as well. I couldn't help but hear the yelling through the window. I think by their standards they were only actually talking to each other but they were either drunk, high, or only capable of yelling to communicate.

Man: But I saw you with the fucking gun.

Woman: But I live with a solicitor, I didn't know she was setting me up.

Man: Awww fuck.

I wish I heard the rest of the conversation.

Reading, for retards

I saw a guy reading this book on the train this morning.



I couldn't help but laugh.

What's next? Being a dummy for dummies?