I sure as cuss hope so

This weekend has not been a waste. I have wasted time, but it was in aid of my mental stability.

And entire season of six feet under was consumed happily with my new waffle machine.

And here I was forgetting that Oscar season was the time where simultaneously, dirty double crossing rats release the DVD screeners of top movies online for the masses. Shame on them.

Tonight's viewing of Fantastic Mr Fox and The Princess and the Frog had me astounded. I would had assumed the fox would come out on top. Not so. Frog had me at the first musical sting. And in breaking with tradition, a main character was murdered. brutally. and not by falling off anything.

Mother and I spent some time getting acquainted with her new iPod nano. It was a days lesson in importing CDs to iTunes and synchronising iTunes with her new iPod. Not all was wasted. We had delicious halumi cheese for lunch.

Yesterday, I read The Pillowman; a play by Martin McDonagh. Which accounts for my mood yesterday in writing dark fairytale like dialogues.

Fruit of the Moment: cookieness

The Sad Man and The Boy with the Brown Hair

Once upon a time there was a Little Boy who had brown hair and loved nothing more than to run and play on the sunny spot of a hill top that sat next to his backyard.

He wanted for nothing as he had everything he'd ever need.

He loved his parents and he had very good friends and all was right with the world.

Once upon a time before this, there lived a Man who was very sad. He was a Sad Man because he had a secret that he never told anyone. He never told anyone because he thought this would frighten or scare them away from him.

He wanted for everything even though he had everything he'd ever need.

And he loved his friends more than he loved his parents. This was because he felt his friends would accept his secret more so than his parents and he could deal with the rejection when faced by a peer, but not by family.

So he kept his secret to himself and all was right in the world.

One day, the Sad Man was passing by the hilltop of the Boy with the brown hair. And he spotted him. He generally avoided staring at boys with brown hair in public because he was afraid of what people might think of him. He also felt like it would give away his secret if he did it regularly.

However, when he spotted the Boy, he felt compelled to stop and stare. Mainly because the Boy looked so happy and contrastingly, the Man felt so sad and alone.

The Boy started to notice a Man wearing a long jacket pass by his hilltop every afternoon at four. This did not scare the boy, and he noted that he looked sad and was in need of a friend. So, one day the Boy with the brown hair started talking to the very Sad Man with the long jacket.

The Sad Man enjoyed the company of the Boy and the Boy enjoyed the company of the Sad Man. What was strange however is that the Man who was very sad began to feel happier about himself and the Boy, who lacked not for anything or anyone grew worried and sad.

The Boy began to feel like he too had a secret that he couldn't share with the world. He first started lying to his parents about where he was going of an afternoon at 4. He then started wanting more than what he already had.

Ironically, The Man started to feel the reverse.

One day when the no longer Sad Man noticed that the Boy with the brown hair was a Man, he realized how much the Boy had meant to him. And how ashamed he felt spending so much time with a boy his age when he, himself was so old. But, he told himself not to worry. He had really done nothing wrong. And that now, the Boy was a Man he could perhaps share his secret with someone at last and be truly happy.

The Boy also noticed he was no longer a little Boy, but a New Grown Man. And the Sad Man he had known as a little boy had too, grown older. He resented the Man however, as now he felt distant from his parents, his friends and his possessions. He now had a secret as well. He had never told anyone because he thought this would frighten or scare them away from him.

The no longer Sad Man decided to tell of the secret he had been holding onto all these years. So he went to the sunny spot of the hill top that sat next to the Boy's backyard.

The Man who was no longer a boy, was waiting for him. Feeling so ashamed of his secret that he would stop at nothing to stop anyone from knowing.

That's when he killed the Man. So no one would ever know what he had done to him. And the New Man became a Very Sad Man with a second secret he would never tell anyone.

Just like the first one.

Fruit of the Moment: Thomas Newman

Hey, who's Leslie Steele?

mmm.. some deliciousness from Peter Krause. He stars in a tv show about a funeral home. Appreciate him as he pretties up my page.

It was down time at work. A day of mindless dribble that was the epilogue of the massive catalog that is now (thankfully) over. As is my time in Bondi.

And to celebrate, I decided to purge my room of all its clothes and unwanted garbage.

Its a little invigorating to trim the fat. Speaking of which I am embarking on a new diet. To look more like the person above (as illustrated). Ive signed up with a new personal training tracker.

Over the next 12 weeks, I intend to lose the weight I gained from becoming aditcted to corn syrup in America.

Fruit of the Moment: THE DUMB WAITER

Mourn the wool that never was and never will be

Catalog COMPLETE!

It makes such a beautiful change in the world when you've finally lifted thew wieght off your shoulders. Even if it is raining buckets of cats.

Also, not a moment too soon. all those half naked shots of the same woman with THE worst fake tan in the world to match her equally attractive face. All im saying is I'm glad we crop from the lip down.

Rehearsals were amazing tonight. Things are starting to fall into place with the show, and I've even gone as far as working up my trance for spelling the words Im turning my head like a winding clock. It seems to work real swell like.

And HOORAY for the end of Bondi! I hate house-sitting. Its a loathsome thing I sometimes talk myself into and then regret it. In this case, the only thing i enjoyed was the hour sleep in i got every morning i woke up in Bondi. But i traded that for early morning starts due to the GOD DAM CATS who wold wake me at 7am on a Sunday to get fed. 7AM DOESN'T EXIST ON A SUNDAY. BUGGER OFF 7AM.

In any case i'll be glad to be getting back to Merry Ol' Campbelltown. No, wait... my house is having renovations. *sigh* living at mums for a while then huh? My own room... so close; yet soi far.

Fruit of the Moment: 81 today

Crying to Debussy

Goodevening 'yall. Reporting here live from My-Life-Sucks-at-the-Moment City with my friends No-body-gives-a-fuck and Miss Adventure.

Today, after having FINISHED the catalog. That's right. FINISHED. I was told to make small annoying changes that required tiny little minute changes that took me hours to accomplish.

And when I get to 6:30pm? "Oh wait... before you leave Ken, can you start from scratch again please? we've never liked that the clothes are so tiny. Make them bigger. and re alighn everything and proove that black is white."

okay. right. left. FUCK. You decide to say this NOW!??! NOW when the darn thing is 2 days late after I GAVE YOU the original draft last week!? I am Joe's angry ball of rage.

I've clocked out. See you in 2 days time world.

My play's website is up tho. Yay silver fucking lining.

Fruit of the Moment: Wasted Jarlsberg

Idiot eats vodka before driving to Wollongong

Horay for not finishing the catelouge.

I love nights spent away from my laptop. Generally, i type these bloggs on Glens tiny little laptop. Seriously, its so god dam small. its about a 1/4 of the size of a normal laptop. And this browser does not support spelling checking.

This merans I have to spell check this the next day.

Shite.

But Rehersals were awesome.

I also am so bloody tired. last night i spent far too long making my new lovesong site.

soon, it should be availiable at my new domain name.

Also, Bondi will be over shortly. Thirsday in fact. *phew*

Fruit of the Moment: Slinky Sorbet Invisibra


*EDIT*

WOW. I can't spell. im leaving this gem up for keeps.

Odd, and off-putting his quirks prohibit him from interacting with the world

lets all just breathe okay?

Just because I spent 14 hours at work today, doesn't mean that I wont finish the catalog tomorrow. But if i have to type another

10 - 12A, 12 - 16B-C-D-DD

label, i'll lose it. For real.

Okay. So, Mr Monday was in the office today. He continues to be the attractive slob. I mean, really does anyone find slouching or comic book hero socks attractive? No. Okay, maybe a little. Buts its only because I have to slave over thousands of woman's lingerie photos. ALSO, Mr Monday can use facebook on his work station. WTF? Facebook is blocked in the underwear dept. (actually, its more of a blessing; no work would get done then) Wednesday will come soon.

Also, today I placed an Ad in a Newtown paper for LOVE SONG auditions and bought the domain www.lovesongplay.com

Now, i'm spending my night trying to get some sort of website live.

Fruit of the Moment: Problemsecretary