Gavin Joel has just picked up a big stick and is forcing me to write a post despite me having nothing to write about. Pretty ironic considering this is the same Gavin Joel who's been sitting on my computer over the last three days ten times more than I have.Night Visions is currently on in the background, for all of you going to bed at reasonable hours you missed a messed up episode with Thora Birch and a dooms-day asteroid. LAME!
I'm still looking at moving out, although the house hunting will now take second priority to find a job that pays better money with more hours. Money is the key in this capitalistic world and short of starting a life of crime (which I've contemplated far too much) an occupation or career *shudders* is the only answer. Which sort of licks balls, especially when associating with peers who have extreme lacks of motivation! If you see Larry or Moe out on the street slap them across the back of the head from me and remind them they need to get their arses off the lounge chair more often!
For a final thought, if you know of a sweet job going (or even a shitty one quite frankly) then please, please leave a message. If your thinking of moving out to the north Brisbane region with two young buffed duuudes the please, please, pleaaaase do like wise.
I really have no idea why I waste time writing in this thing - it really does lack love or joy.
Jake Jameson
