I know, I know

Im well aware that its been toooooo fucking long since I threw some words at this blog…. a lot has been happening, but not a lot at the same time, if that makes any sense? Uni is cracking (and has been devouring most of my blog time – check out http://www.plan3015.wordpress.com for visual evidence. Thats nearly 7000 words on the plight of many social groups in our society. Its a great read (im lying, but check out how I toe the PC line and occasionally ever so gingerly overstep the mark).

Oh and before I forget: Ginger is not a dirty word (best said in the same emphasis as Ego Is Not a Dirty Word by Skyhooks). My beard is coming through ginger. Death.

I keep meeting guys I like and then dont like and then like again. Im loving living in Lewisham and being so close to everything. My hair has been cut a little different and it raises a few eyebrows. Funnily enough, RailCorp is okay with it, I was expecting a conversation where I ducked requests to cut it like biplanes in a WW1 dogfight (btw, what exactly could those plane attack besides each other?). Should I post a pic? Sure:

And how goober do I look? I was singing Lady Madonna. Fuck off, its totally masculine. One of my mates from the SW will soon be working nearby, and Im really starting to get out more. Peaches is this Friday: cannot. fucking. wait. And next month, Salt N Pepa. I can wait for that one…. they’re totally performing at Revesby Workers Club. Push It and $2.50 spirits? Hardcore…

Anyway, ciao bitches.

RWJS.

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