nadsy needs a long schloof, STAT!
(my profuse apologies for this most scatty, ranty and self-indulgent of posts. the weekend broke me. a lot.)
had a bloody tiring weekend.
i shopped, i ate, i drank, i played, i cheered, i kissed, i laughed, i cried, i sang.
and now...
I HURT!
good times.
good fucking times.
highlights include spending money on myself, staring into the eyes (and raping the lips) of my beloved interstate visitors, walking bob ellis (dog not man) around the town, bonding with many of my beautiful buds, and throwing up in my driveway at 6am on sunday morning.
oh wait, that last bit wasn't so fun. funny yes. fun not so much.
i left jizz on my seat in several divine culinary establishments including here and here and here and here and FUCK-ME-DEAD-THE-FOOD-HERE-IS-FUCKING-AMAZING-YOU-MUST-GO-THERE-NOW-AND-EXPERIENCE-ITS-ORGASMIC-FLAVOURS-FOR-YOURSELF!
it was also a weekend of creative exploration for yours truly - both as spectator and active participant.
as an audience member i saw two wonderful plays, one magical film, and was treated to an impromptu jam session by some hot-as-fuck boys and their music machines.
as a creative consul i organised some freelance fashion-writing work (just call me carrie bradshaw), planned for world domination with hottie and the brain, plotted to take the theatre world by storm with brainie and the brain, and...
FORMED AN ANARCHIC PUNK ROCK BAND CALLED 'THE RIOT IN YOUR ANUS'!!!
devastated by the crushing defeat of our god, lefty tim, myself and my fellow grief-stricken, tim-loving comrades decided to work through the pain by writing and recording an angry punk rock song.
it helped a bit. but the pain persists.
you can read all about the song - 'tim after tim' - here.
and now, thanks to the boud, you can listen to it here.
stupid australia. stupid, howard-voting, logan-loving australia.
i need hugs today. if not for real than at least of the reassuring cyber-kind.
pretty please.
it just hurts so bad.
x
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BAGS THE FIRST HUG!!!
*hugs*
There.
Maybe you should start a list of People And/Or Things That Are In A Worse Way Than You Today.
Perhaps start with
- Tim
- Your Driveway
Oh, and hugs
xx
i am more than aware that the majority of the world is worse of than me today.
however i believe tim is probably doing fine, as the offers of vadge start puring in by the minute.
if only i could track him down, we could feel better together.
If only you could track him down, we three could feel better together. Hugs and threeways and whatever you want, babes.
I LOVED that song. You know how people throw around, "I laughed until I cried," willy nilly whilst never contemplating the conviction of their words?
Well, I DID laugh until I cried.
So what if I'm a bit hormonal right now. That's got NOTHING to do with it!
You forgot to mention we watched Fremantle cop a hiding on Friday night.
Oh, and *hugs*.
i did not forget, lady.
i just decided not to mention it so as not to remind cotton of his pain.
see you at band practice.
Sorry Cotton.
Nadine, I've been frantically composing for our next single. I've come up with a cover of Avril Lavigne's 'Complicated'.
"Why'd the winner have to be somebody that we hated?
Fuck knows we all thought Lefty Tim's victory was fated
FUCK YOU LOGANS!
You're dull, and you're crap, and you suck, and we hate your guts, and hope you die,
You'll always be a winner in our hearts - TIMMY!"
It sounds much better sung, naturally.
I will hug you tonight, little lady. And I may or may not stick the tongue in.
I DIDN'T SAY WHERE HA HA HA HA HA
Oh yeah. I forgot, I can't be rude and naughty anymore. I'm well behaved now and will probably just talk to you about social issues and Russian playwrights and stuff. All 'llectual and that.
I reckon we need to write a song called "I'm Gonna Fist Andrew Bolt Wearing A Cheese Grater As A Glove"
Or maybe "Young Libs Suck Off Their Pets"
We'll see how we feel x
gold. GOLD GOLD GOLD!
i'm currently working on a few songs myself.
i think our punked-up paul simon tribute - 'don't stop thinking about tim brunero' - is sure to be a big hit.
Top weekend. Sorry I missed it.
there'll be others, mate.
there always are.
usually between friday and monday.
i'm thinking merchandise spin-offs. Like, wetsuits that come custom-built with honest-to-god Logan poos. And a dildo/plastic vagina range that comes shaped as Australia so you truly can "fuck this nation....fuck it good!"
there you go lowering the tone as always, miss punk.
Nads...
I hope you're feeling better soon so we can go bra shopping. Shitfuck.There I go again, making it all about me.
But it is all about you.
You and your glorious baps.
Ps Definition of schloof please? When I tax your sayings I like to know what they mean.
I wanna go bra shopping.
why come bra shopping with me, sherriff baby, when you can be my bra instead?
*chokes*
I'm always here to support you baby, you know that.
i know.
its just that sometimes i feel like you want TO CAN the whole job altogether.
*regrets capital letters*
Capital letters? IS THAT THE BREAST YOU CAN DO?
everyone already knows you're the best punner ever.
must you keep BRA-gging about it?
Sorry, it's a lingerieng need for affection left over from my childhood.
you're making a boob of yourself now mate.
TIT FUCK ME!!!
oops, sorry...puns...right...
*chokes*
flies to melbourne.
*forgets to use asterixes amidst all the excitement*
*finishes self off so as not to come too soon*
*to sydney that is*
*no it's not*
I LOVE YOU!!!
Heehee. Hello.
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oopsie, wrong blog.
hehehe. I said anal.
Get a room you two!
Oh, and ensure you text me the room number.
Lee Lee / Nads sandwhich.
FOOFS.
Schloof? Anyone? Anyone at all?
Or you have no mammaries of me asking?
schloof is yiddish for sleep.
yiddish is the native tongue of my people.
and by 'my people' i mean my mum.
oh and lee lee, same room number as last time.
*overhears*
*sets up video camera in hotel room in anticipation*
*registers www.hotblogginghotelsex.com as a domain name*
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