Hugging...so ethnic...

Hi there LJ, long time...

Shit. As if my work couldn't be anymore hilarious and weird, fat trolley girl had a baby in the bath tub. And she didn't even know she was knocked up because she's morbidly obese! Also didn't notice the absence of her period for 9 months....
Fair enough. Could we BE more white trash?

Holy fuck I just found a live version of the Dying Song on youtube from the All Tomorrow's Parties festival. It's so beautiful I could cry. But I fucking hate it when dickwads who are filming something start singing off key loudly, therefore drowning God out.

If John tours I'll cry. And if RHCP really are going to this new Vineyard festival thingy in New Jersey, I'll cry harder. I know I don't live there but I have money and I will GO TO THEM! If it's the last thing I do....

Had the work Christmas party today. My God, it was just too funny. Some kid drank 6 UDL's and then pissed her pants on the bus on the way home. Some really disgraceful behaviour in general, and I was quite trashed so I can't remember some of it. I have work at 7 tomorrow, and I feel fucking seedy.

And I want a joint.

I'm listening to John Frusciante, To Record Only Water For Ten Days. It is my favourite of all of his albums. I know every lyric of every track and it's one of those albums where I can't skip any tracks without feeling bad, because they're all great. I'm drinking Malibu and Pineapple Juice whilst I listen appreciatively.

Occasionally my mind stews on how some people at work just piss me off. Keisha, Danielle (Dan-eel), Sam, GO FUCK YOURSELVES WITH A RUSTY SCREWDRIVER.

And trolley boy who has nothing more interesting to talk about than trolleys, SHUTUP.

Also I can't believe Matthew Perry is dating Mandy Moore. She's like 3 years old.

AND where is JF's new solo album? HURRRYYYY

If anyone was curious, yes I am still depressed about Chili's.

And yes, Matthew Perry is hot.

I have to wake up at 6. Fuck 7am starts up the arse please.

He did not know why he was doing it, why he was approaching the dying man: he did not know what he felt as he saw Snape's white face, and the fingers trying to staunch the bloody wound at his neck. Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak and looked down upon the man he hated, whose widening black eyes found Harry as he tried to speak. Harry bent over him; and Snape seized the front of his robes and pulled him close.
A terrible rasping, gurgling noise issued from Snape's throat.
"Take...it...Take...it"
Something more than blood was leaking from Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed from his mouth and his ears and his eyes, and Harry knew what it was, but did not know what to do-
A flask, conjured from thin air, was thrust into his shaking hands by Hermione. Harry lifted the silvery substance into it by his wand. When the flask was full to the brim, and Snape looked as though there was no blood left in him, his grip on Harry's robes slackened.
"Look...at...me..." he whispered.
The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

This makes me sad :(

And no more HP....that makes me sad too. But what a great ending!

Help me Loooord! My post-Chili's depression is still coming on in waves. Today it was particularly bad because I was overtired, I could hear my brain whinging. I'm not one to whinge aloud (hardly ever, anyway) so I only was pissing myself off. I didn't even get to affect others around me!

Oh how I pined for Brisbane!

John is the greatest performer I have ever seen. You just know every single note he plays carries no bullshit or pretension, it's all just beautiful. You have to admire someone who can be how he is. And I admire him very much.

My eyes ache from reading stupid things on Wikipedia.

Today I was supposed to be going into Freo to look at clothes and things for winter, but instead I decided I wasn't interested in doing that and bought other things instead. My ma won't be happy with me. Oh well. I bought Bob Dylan's Highway 61 Revisted and Damien Rice's O. Both were 12 dollars- and I asked at Mills if they had To Record Only Water, but they didn't. The stupid stoned guy didn't seem very interested in ordering it for me either. Might have to pay 4 million dollars for it at 78 Records.

I went into the revamped New Edition and had a brief little chat to the chap with the mole about William Burroughs. I bought a copy of The Western Lands.

This morning I went for a walk and morning coffee. The housewife at the next table decided to flash her tits at me so she could feed her rankass baby. This scene made the milk in my coffee suddenly taste sour. Yucky.

Bob Dylan approaches!!!!!!!!!