gangrinous mentality

I don't care if you can all see me through my window in my underpants from my new apartment, because I just got home, it's 3am, and I have a very strong urge to write some rubbish down. If I don't open the window I will die of heat stroke so fuck you if you don't like my blue underpants, idiots.

Break it down:::: this weekend I was on tour in Melbourne (that's a city on the east coast that is supposedly better than Perth but everyone there's jeans are so tight that the limited blood flow to their brain leads them to great retarded customer service but no actual meaningful lives), played a couple shows, survived what was apparently the worst storm since some other terrible storm that I am unaware of....I stayed in a hotel and didn't care if the people in the building across the way could see me in my stuff because I was paying for it and that is their problem.

Having this brought to my attention in the past, I became quite aware of my irritable nature whilst experiencing a "hangover", and did nothing to improve this, beside switching from whiskey to beer. I would like it to be known that whilst travelling towards a cafe on Lygon Street, I saw the most hilarious smear of human faeces upon the local LIbrary wall. Whoever did this really hates knowledge or cannot read for buggery.,

I miss Anjay a bit. She is a good friend and she is far away but I am terrible at saving money and worry that I might let her down and never be able to afford to travel to my friend.