Oh iiNet. Little things like this almost make your complete inability to rectify the simplest of problems without the need for a 3.5 hour phone call tolerable. Almost.
Like, the beef has bad tattoos and enjoys skateboarding and base jumping.
My brain hurts.
It looks like somebody has been reading my posts…
No long after writing a ridiculous and booze fueled take on how the improve the Commonwealth Games English runner Zharnel Hughes has apparently taken my advice to heart and tried his hardest to make the track events more interesting. Continue reading “Hit And Run – The 2018 Commonwealth Games Get Physical.”
This afternoon, while frequenting one of the many bars I frequent, I overheard the following statement uttered by a super trendy young woman playing pool with her noticeably less trendy friend.
“There were some real assholes in Footscray last night.”
Yes. I imagine there was. It is Footscray after all. I mean, it’s not Dandenong, or Frankston, but still…
I once saw a man randomly dive onto the bonnet of a car stopped in traffic and vomit onto the windshield in Footscray. At 11:00am on a Tuesday no less.
Good phở though.
*Edit – Not in a creepy stalker/abduction way. More like “I’m super pumped to see this talented and beautiful, reckless ingenue that I’ve been listening to for years perform live.”
My brain woke me up at 3:40am this morning to suggest that I should try writing fiction.
Then it wouldn’t let me back to sleep because it wanted to explore EVERY SINGLE POSSIBILITY.
Brain, man. I don’t even.
I loathe cooking and having to cook. Yet I’m totally into meal prepping.