NO.
I AM NOT FUCKING OKAY WITH THIS.
NO NO NO.
IT IS NOT RIGHT.
IT IS FAR WRONG.
IT IS NOT OKAY.
HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK THIS IS OKAY?
THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT.
I DO NOT WANT TO DO IT ANY FUCKING MORE.
CROSS MY HEART.
HOPE
TO
FUCKING
DIE.
x
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
42 Wallaby Way
Stace and I are such tourists
But it is so much fun!
We are both seeing new thing, and even though we are not small children we both feel the need to act like them, which is entertaining for both us and our lovely host/tour guide.
Despite how amusing and exciting it is to be here I do miss being at home, for a number of reasons.
Mostly because of certain individuals, but also just actually being home, which I seem to be not doing lately.
And not just because of the roadtrip, I mean clearly I can't roadtrip AND be at home.
But before then too.
I'm not trying to neglect my family.
They seem to think I am.
It's just the way it's happened.
Today (at some stage...I don't know when because we are still waking up)
We are headed back to Wollongong.
Hopefully the car will continue to behave itself,
It's been doing pretty well except for the split heater hose.
I'll have to take it to the mechanics tomorrow, since today we probably won't get there til the evening.
About the whole silver plate thing.
I'm trying not to let it get to me, and it hasn't been on my mind that much.
But it surprised me.
And I don't know what I'll think if it happens again.
Fuck..
Stupid boy.
How dare he make me question what I've done.
It's been hard enough to accept it the first time.
Second thoughts are not what I had in mind.
Perhaps instead I can put him out of my head for awhile.
MZ
ANN
THROPIK.
But it is so much fun!
We are both seeing new thing, and even though we are not small children we both feel the need to act like them, which is entertaining for both us and our lovely host/tour guide.
Despite how amusing and exciting it is to be here I do miss being at home, for a number of reasons.
Mostly because of certain individuals, but also just actually being home, which I seem to be not doing lately.
And not just because of the roadtrip, I mean clearly I can't roadtrip AND be at home.
But before then too.
I'm not trying to neglect my family.
They seem to think I am.
It's just the way it's happened.
Today (at some stage...I don't know when because we are still waking up)
We are headed back to Wollongong.
Hopefully the car will continue to behave itself,
It's been doing pretty well except for the split heater hose.
I'll have to take it to the mechanics tomorrow, since today we probably won't get there til the evening.
About the whole silver plate thing.
I'm trying not to let it get to me, and it hasn't been on my mind that much.
But it surprised me.
And I don't know what I'll think if it happens again.
Fuck..
Stupid boy.
How dare he make me question what I've done.
It's been hard enough to accept it the first time.
Second thoughts are not what I had in mind.
Perhaps instead I can put him out of my head for awhile.
MZ
ANN
THROPIK.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Checkered Flag
I'm surprised that I won,
But I did.
I'm not writing this to brag, just that it was THE most fun thing I have EVER done and I felt it very necessary to write about it.
Picture this.
It's about 12.30am,
We are leaving Amy's.
Flick goes "I'll race you home.."
I'm like "Come off it, you've got a litre and 15 years on me."
"Come on! First to your place wins."
I smile.
We run.
Awaiting us; a few thousand kilos and twelve cylinders, totaling seven litres.
One: Nissan R31 Skyline; 3.0L straight-6. 117kw. 211,000 k's on the clock.
Two: Ford BA MkII Falcon; 4.0L straight-6. 182kw. 78,000 k's on the clock.
So I'm clearly not feeling confident at this point.
Somehow I got enough of a head start though.
I was well ahead after pulling out of Amy's street and taking the first roundabout on Mountain Highway.
At this stage I was still doing the speed limit, and it wasn't long before the Falcon was not far behind me.
I got to the first set of traffic lights first, and as Flick pulled up beside me I was convinced I would lose from this point on.
The lights went green and I floored it, taking off first and holding a lead for a short while until the Falcon flew effortlessly past me.
At this point Flick was doing somewhere around 130km/h and decided to slow down, so I caught up and we were neck and neck until the next set of lights where I stopped to turn right and she seemingly forgot and drifted straight through them.
I laughed. I had no idea which way she'd have to take.
I continued a little less enthusiastically up Bayswater Road and Canterbury, then cut through the back streets, up past Eastwood and onto Dublin Road before going down Patterson and down my street.
As I turned into my street I was half expecting the blue BA to be sitting outside my house celebrating it's victory.
But no, a completely empty street lay before me, I laughed once again and got the biggest grin ever on my face.
I got out of the car and smelled the burning, from the tyres and possibly something else.
Apologising to the car I went to grab my bag out, and it was then that Flick came round the corner, so in her defense she did pretty well given I went the right way and she did not.
My back tyres were quite warm, and the Falcon was smelling a little burnt as well so we both agreed to leave it a good while before we have a rematch.
Hopefully, next time I'll be able to take the soon-to-be-Mum's VX wagon, then we'll be a little more evenly matched...at least the cars will be from the same decade.
Best race ever.
I couldn't wipe the grin off my face all the way inside and down to my room.
Best
fucking
race.
EVER.
x
But I did.
I'm not writing this to brag, just that it was THE most fun thing I have EVER done and I felt it very necessary to write about it.
Picture this.
It's about 12.30am,
We are leaving Amy's.
Flick goes "I'll race you home.."
I'm like "Come off it, you've got a litre and 15 years on me."
"Come on! First to your place wins."
I smile.
We run.
Awaiting us; a few thousand kilos and twelve cylinders, totaling seven litres.
One: Nissan R31 Skyline; 3.0L straight-6. 117kw. 211,000 k's on the clock.
Two: Ford BA MkII Falcon; 4.0L straight-6. 182kw. 78,000 k's on the clock.
So I'm clearly not feeling confident at this point.
Somehow I got enough of a head start though.
I was well ahead after pulling out of Amy's street and taking the first roundabout on Mountain Highway.
At this stage I was still doing the speed limit, and it wasn't long before the Falcon was not far behind me.
I got to the first set of traffic lights first, and as Flick pulled up beside me I was convinced I would lose from this point on.
The lights went green and I floored it, taking off first and holding a lead for a short while until the Falcon flew effortlessly past me.
At this point Flick was doing somewhere around 130km/h and decided to slow down, so I caught up and we were neck and neck until the next set of lights where I stopped to turn right and she seemingly forgot and drifted straight through them.
I laughed. I had no idea which way she'd have to take.
I continued a little less enthusiastically up Bayswater Road and Canterbury, then cut through the back streets, up past Eastwood and onto Dublin Road before going down Patterson and down my street.
As I turned into my street I was half expecting the blue BA to be sitting outside my house celebrating it's victory.
But no, a completely empty street lay before me, I laughed once again and got the biggest grin ever on my face.
I got out of the car and smelled the burning, from the tyres and possibly something else.
Apologising to the car I went to grab my bag out, and it was then that Flick came round the corner, so in her defense she did pretty well given I went the right way and she did not.
My back tyres were quite warm, and the Falcon was smelling a little burnt as well so we both agreed to leave it a good while before we have a rematch.
Hopefully, next time I'll be able to take the soon-to-be-Mum's VX wagon, then we'll be a little more evenly matched...at least the cars will be from the same decade.
Best race ever.
I couldn't wipe the grin off my face all the way inside and down to my room.
Best
fucking
race.
EVER.
x
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