And they will laugh (ahahahahahahahgahaahaha)
Sooo...
I bought a dinosaur muffin tray. No big deal. Are you kidding me? That shit cray.
It's the first purchase towards my "throwing myself in the deep end adventure extravanganza!"
Which is what I'm going to call it now. Or. Like. TMITDEAE... how aboubt DEAE.
Deep End Extravanganza REPRESENT!
Oh lordy loo am I white.
NOW!
This is going to be oh so terrifying.
No more NBN.
Having to work otherwise having to move out.
Perhaps not being able to take Harley with me?
Bills.
Food.
Looking after myself!!
What is the world coming too...
I suppose, these things have to happen. & maybe I'll learn a lot.
Take a risk once in a while, christ! What do you want from me.
I'm a mother fuckin' baller.
I found a book today in ...the book store. That was called "surviving the streets". There was a page on the DJ scene, asbestos... you know. The usshh when you're in 'da hood'. As I assume I will be. This book was great. Colourful. Scary people of all different sizes, shapes, colours.
PLEASE TAKE ME BACK TO MIDDLE CLASS SUBURBUN LIFE!
It's scary out here!
Although, truth be told the book would have been amusing and a good read potentially. But no way in hell was I paying $50 for that piece of crap. I can only hope that some 90 billion year old buys that for their pregnant teenage grandaughter to tell her she's kicked out. Oh, haha. What a laugh that would be.
What a waste of your pension, grandma Jill!
Just a short one to put that out there.
More on DEAE soon, puppet!
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