Ja, Here I am.

Right now I'm listening to Incesticide by Nirvana and reading The Little Drummer Girl by Le Carre.

I AM BACK PEOPLE!
Sorry, like I said, it's been a month, and my internet has been down because of some fault in the line, love telstra, so anyway much has happened, and not much also.

In the pile of stuff includes school, which finished a few days ago and that means mocks are one week away now. (!) Also all the fun of the fair with the Royal Show, which is funky, and then more studying, working for $ and a little guitar playing and cartooning in betwen to soften the blows.

So I was watching Oprah last night, MAN HOW SPANKY IS HER HAIR!? He's been through like 14 different versions of straight/curly/frizzy/black/brown/red/all gone/all of the above in her TV career, which one is her real hair? Is she some hair gypsy with a rotating symposium of follicular madness, and maybe THAT's the reason why she's so inspirational for so many Americans. It's well documented that they vote for the candidate with the best hair, but maybe they follow them like diciples too. Jesus had funky hair, as did Jimi Hendrix. perhaps all god is is fur. Warm cuddly safe and well washed hair.

PENIS PENIS PENIS. VAGINA VAGINA VAGINA.

I think it is our duty as fellow human beings to walk the path of the eternal search for enlightenment via the various million forms of Hinduism and vicious, cleansing sex available.
If not, then how will we shame our children and scare our protective government? Tell Me that!

I recently had an encounter with this band called Cake, and by encounter I mean that Pat burnt me this CD with a couple of songs by them on it. I'd never heard of them before but HEY! they've got this absolutely awesome song called Sheep Go to Heaven, and I think you all should either download it or go out into the big bad world and buy some cake from a record store. I can't belive I just said that seriously. Mmm... record store cake. It'd have like, vinyl chips in it.

As many of you will know, I'm a practicing Catholic, and my local priest tells me I have to keep practicing becuase I'm not very good at it. First of all, Those wafers do NOT just dissolve. Sometimes they need chewing. It's just a fact of chemical reactions. I'm not TRYING to displease god by eating his flesh wrong, it just can be miscontrued that way. If God really wanted his flesh eaten he would have made the wafers in flavours, like Barbeque, Chicken, or Cheese & Chive. Also, with confession, how do you know which things are sins, and which things aren't. Like I can go in there one week and be all "nope, nothing to confess, I'm Dr. Piety" and they'll be all like "Nooooo... you're sinning right now probably." So I stop thinking about those Kate Moss lesbian orgies and focus on all those sins, WHAT SINS? every little fucking thing is a sin. Being jealous = SIN, being horny = SIN, being angry, depressed, overtly happy, listening to bad music, ALL SIN. Even being born is a sin! If you want a sure fire way to elimate sin popey boy, ALLOW CONTRACEPTION.

so it's a nice day, I might get some fairy floss, but not the pink stuff cos all that fairy and pink stuff displeases my supreme overlord. Or so i'm led to belive.
I'd love some wild naked action, so call me if your bored.
Also I realized today that if we ever do discover aliens, there is gonna be some whacked out porn happening right there. Could you imagine being the first person to fuck an alien? That'd be disgusting. But the photos would be lucrative to say the least. How would the poor magazine porn writers feel? "Laxerx345 is from a planet I can't spell, and she wants it bad. Her species doesn't need clothes, and she says she likes men who are green, have an average penis length of 10 inches across their 8 appendages, and sing about how they can't survive in our atmosphere whilst having sex. Only that becuase she has no orifices, she can't really."

I'm out!