Whats fun?
Drinking beer on a sunday afternoon in a park with JMcKay
Whats not fun?
Walking in kitten heels through the squishy park mud while holding a 6-pack
Whats fun?
Reassuring yourself that you can drink as much as JMcKay (who is a guy, and also a soft-core alchoholic) and just as quickly. Yes, well done Svet you can indeed hold your alchohol.
Whats not fun?
Admitting you like the Whitlams, slurring your words and spilling your beer all over JMcKay's jeans and then staring at the beer as it soaks right in for a really long time before you realise the cause-effect relationship between your hand and the beer, then your reflexes eventually kick in as JMcKay gives you a "You are the most uncool person in the world, i am so embarrassed for you right now" look.
Whats fun?
Stumbling around and frightening little kids away from the swings laughing like a crazy hobo
Whats not fun?
Discovering that Kahlua and milk is not a good chaser for beer
Whats fun?
Deciding that you're too drunk to purchase a train ticket and therefore excused from doing so
Whats not fun?
Having to run off the train to throw up in the bushes
Whats fun?
Trying to answer your phone while wasted
Whats not fun?
Trying to sound vaguely coherent for your mum on the other line
What's fun?
Finding yourself at a bar listening to a band. Now how did that happen? Did I agree to this or maybe I suggested it? Who am I here with? DONT CARE, FUN FUN FUN
What's not fun?
Running to the toilets to throw up and prefering the company of my own vomit to the "aquired taste" music now playing back inside.
Whats fun?
Making fun of screamo music and boys who dont pull their pants up.
Whats not fun?
Limping home in kitten heels and feeling ashamed because you look like all those bimbos who are coming back from the races and stumbling all over the place laughing like mangey hyenas.
Whats fun?
Drunk discussions about kinky sex
Whats not fun?
Waking up with a dry mouth and the worst pain you can imagine, yeah...period pain. The hangover was somewhere in there too.
Whats fun?
Deciding that naked sun baking, nurofen, iPod and lemon,lime and bitters is the BEST CURE for period pain.
Whats not fun?
The sleazy workmen driving loud machinery directly outside you front yard. And the wierd guy "home renovating" while playing FOX FM on the roof which looms over your backyard.
Whats fun?
Declaring (internally) that I have every fucking right to tan topless in my own back yard and it isnt my responsibility what people staring into my yard see.
Then getting relaxed and golden and tipsy from bitters...yes you can actually get tipsy from bitters, if you're me.
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Svet, you are one classy gal. Good entry, tho. I like your style.
How can you not know Phil Spector and Paul Shaffer are?! Two such luminaries. But you're right, of course. I DO have too much time on my hands.
And by too much time on my hands, I mean that I'm procrastinating too much.
You have too much time on your hands yes, but I have ALL OF TIME FROM ALL ETERNITY on my hands, I mean I'm on MSN right now, nuff said. Speaking of procrastinating, would you like to go shopping with me this arvo? YEs yes you would.
Why would you want to go shopping on a public holiday? Are you insane?
i am out of touch with the world k? Dont need to get nasty. I want to go 2nd hand CD shopping, thats fun. Anyway, im invitng you to the beach tomorrow...come! you said you would the other day and youre not allowed your change your mind. And you pranking system aint working, Ive done it twice to no avail. I cant believe its actually QUICKER to reach you via blog comment posts!
Yeah, that's pretty fuckin' sad, isn't it?
Have fun at the beach. Wish I was there.
dletedby author now rthats just mnean
k for all you none bowe subscribers i am apart of fa meaning dyslecix anominousy
yer well your from dickheads anomynous mate so shuit up
k now we have that stratinght
i mean
straight
(thankyou word dicionary for that one, bill gates what cant you do...?)
so to miss i i\only wirte about ppl i actually see
well yoiu saw courntey
saw bowe dance all crazy like
(real names in this have been changed)(excepot courntye soz cortz)
and yer so apples huh
boiwe
ok Bowie,
I saw you so I have to write about you now, but not Courtney cos i didnt actually see him ...cos unlike you i'm not 6"3.
Maybe i'll do a "how to win friends and influence people Shane style"? Like with all your really charismatic dancing and stuff.You know it!
svet, your blog makes me laugh, but i also made me really homesick, especially the blog about juice bars (i know that sounds lame, but just the image of walking down swanston street in the summer with a juice in one hand, sunglasses on, pondering which shop to go and pretend to spend money in next, well its not something we'lll be able to do over here for a long time!)
Lucy, so good so see you around here! Do not envy us juice people, overpriced, overhyped juice bars ain't so cool. Take care of Chox for me and of course yourself. I will continue to keep returning your emails, sorry if the last one didnt make sense, i was fucked. I have had to type THIS message several times cos my hands keep shaking and pressing the wrong keys, still fucked i guess! Love you lots, svet
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