Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand
I don't care
I'm still free
You can’t take the sky from me.
Sorry for the lack of updates friends, but I've been keeping myself busy. I'll try to update this blog twice a week, on a tuesday and some other day of the week, though those of you in the know will relaise the significance of these days. Three words. World of Warcraft.
Anyway, here are some things I wanted to say about the world at large;
I wanted to tell you guys how those of who you who think that its my imagination my boss hates me will be interested to know that convieniently the last couple of weeks my rosters works in such a way that I see my boss the least amount of time possible. She starts early, I start late. I get my day off while she's there and vice versa. I have, as of the last two weeks, seen my boss a total of 3 days in the past 2 weeks, and of those 3 days I only see her 4 hours. While a part of me rejoices at the lack of contact, the larger part of me views with some consternation the person that I'm seeing so little of is the one who's supposed to train me.
Secondly I want to comment on the sudden passing of Richard Carleton. I'm sure most of you know at least who Richard Carleton was. 60 Minutes is one of the most viewed current affairs programs in Australia and is widely considered top notch in reporting quality and accessibility. I consider it sensationalist tripe, and often a sentence uttered by me containing 60 Minutes also includes the words garbage, and unwatchable. Despite my concerns that Richard Carleton often veers onto sensationalist journalism that is the trademark of 60 Minutes, there is a respect of him from by me because, even if he may have asked the hard questions for the wrong reasons, he still had the balls to ask them. I will miss him, anytime I watched any segment of 60 Minutes, 90% of the time it was him.
Thirdly, and most importantly, I want you guys to all know that I am completely messed up. I know I know, you mutter, but here is a scintilating tale of my dive into insanity. Last night, I dreamt I walked into my room. As I closed the door, a hitherto unseen woman walks from behind. She is extremely hot, and is hellbent on my seduction. She also has a hitler moustache and so much nosehair that I would call it a nosebeard. She proceeds to give me a blowjob while I stare in horrified fascination at the nosehair. I woke up not long after, crying with laughter.
I am Jack's warped sense of humour.
It was only on the drive to work that, as I reflected upon the dream, I was filled with the unease that it may have been a gay dream in disguise. Those fags are getting more fiendish every year, now they invade my dreams. For those a tad squeamish, screaming TMI TMI (too much information..or perhaps even tee em aye, a byproduct of Pax Americana and its pop culture generation), it's not what you're thinking. I woke up, y'know, neutral, and, y'know, clean.
uhh..enjoy the following picture to take your minds off that mental image ^_____^
posted by jaseypoo! @ 10:05 PM
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