Current mood:	cruisey
Current music:	bubblegun

Myspace does mostly elude me. Maybe because of messages like this:

hey gawjuz
im so0o0o0o sorry i couldnt come 2nyt my mum had to work so she couldnt get me there :( i really wanted 2 come..
ohwell i hope u and da gurlies had heaps of fun and PARTYED HARD!! hehe
well we should catch up soon darling..
talk to u soon lovely
♥♥♥ much love x x x x

that seem to make up %90 of its content.

Then again it has been kinda helpful in at least three instances already. And I stumbled across a journalist from Beat who is hilarious.

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I'm fucking boy crazy at the moment.
Like yesterday I was in the office. Well, actually I was getting lost in a pseudo-post office. My god. There was all these boutiques and I went up two escalators before figuring that maybe this wasn't the place. Walked out one of the back doors and Australia Post was staring at me like a bored mother.
I asked this boy if you were allowed to write on the envelopes before buying them. And we got talking. Damian. He had longish hair, strips on his clothes and was a musician. We joked about who was destined to be more broke. What we were doing over Christmas ('yea, it’s a music festival. Really nice. Heh, well a fuckfest really', 'Ohh a nice fuckfest?'). And he waited in line with me. Then we started off for JB. And THEN I hear ‘HEY DOOSHBAG!' and its Scott and (fucking cute as) Rach. And we hug and squee and talk really fast about everything.
Time piled up and I'd been away for over an hour so I said my goodbyes to the friendly piano player started to head back, accompanied by Scott and Rach. We dropped into the Reject shop to get Dava a toy machine gun and chocolate coins. Well, the chocolate coins were for me ('buy these and I'll love you forever!!' which was the same line I used with those hairdressers).
And I dunno. It was weird. We were loud and profane and I wasn't bothered at all by the fact I was hanging out with my exboyfriend and the girl he had dumped me for (they didn't get together, just for the record). So we're gunna get in touch after Christmas. Go drink ourselves into oblivion most likely.

It occurs to me I have quite a few such dates lined up.

Ryan was stressed and everything that comes with (irritable, worse at communicating then usual). So that was a bit of a drag. Especially since I won’t see him for two or three weeks. But we had lunch at Golden Towers which was nice. Tom R dropped round to do reading. He gave me some fruit tingles. He's a funny thing. Has a tattoo, something about Hunter S Thompson I didn't notice before.

On the drive home today I caught a glimpse of Chris, Justin and Roman who were all shirtless and wet. Oh yum..

Blah. See what I mean.
Its all centred around the opposite sex.
Ryan. Scott. Noel. Tom. Roman. Rick. Damien.

Then again, haven't thought about Roman that much considering. Except to make the link that being with him was a hell of a lot like being with Mat at Nicole's 12th birthday. The very first time I was drunk.
Like a more intense version of 11 year olds
kissing
in the dark.