so yeah...
i had all these "great" little things i was going to write, had saved them in my head till i had access to the net but of course as soon as i get in front of a screen i forget them faster than the british police with exact details on "terrorist shootings".
oh! here's one:
in San Antonio rock n roll was banned from city swimming pools because its primitive beat "attracted undesirable vibrating teenagers practicing their spastic gyrations in abbreviated bathing suits."
also
when asked what a clitoris was one fhm reader exclaimed: "its a place in czechoslovakia".
its strange how the early hours of the morning can warp ones judgement. i decided to baptise my phone on 6am sunday, in a glass of water. none of this piss-weake catholic "just a little splash" shit either, im talking FULL submersion. it works fine now though, so dont worry. my attorney pointed out the apparent "irony" of it seeing as my background was a photo of bells beach id taken a few years back after falls. before this background however, i had a picture of an eye so what would've happened if i'd still had that? huh!
other random happenings include a message from a mobile in the philippines last saturday (ps i know it was from there because the phone numbers prefix was 63). it read:
to be healthy/do not eat/between/meals. for MEN,/eat only/between/LEGS./for WOMEN,/ eat only/between/EGGS. For/LOVERS, EAT ALL U/CAN!!!
totally random and totally fucked. so i messaged the mystery number and said "who is this? do i know you? do you even know me?" the reply: "you is alright mate". which was sent to me three times. then i said "im pretty sure i dont know you and you dont know me. what do you think my name is?" "you name is kurry". i said "i think you've got the wrong number man" and then cursed myself for sending so many msgs each probably costing eight dollars each and fucking my already fucked bill even more.
okay if you've got this far, dont stop now. in case yr unaware im no longer living in ultimo and have moved to newtown with albie & craig. we're having a house warming combined with my 21st on saturday the 17th September. The theme is 19th century absinthe party. you have to come as a well known (or lesser known) drinker of absinthe or alternately one of their creations. eg van gogh, oscar wilde, mary shelley etc. normal 19th century garb will suffice and its really not as hard as it seems. invites are being made as we speak and ill give them out when i see y'all out and about, otherwise ill msg you with the details.
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August 25 2005, 11:45:05 UTC 6 years ago
forgot to ask how you are...
mate, i just spoke to you on the phone earlier today and I totally forgot to ask how YOU are... Sorry!i just ranted about my own boring shit. so I'm glad i logged on, if only to read your bizarre story about the Filipino text messages. Does weird shit always happen to you, specifically,... or do you just act upon events in a way that makes them bizarre, and subsequently re-tell them in a way that makes them even stranger?
-- j.s. (http://artlessprotagonist.blogspot.com/
August 27 2005, 07:02:00 UTC 6 years ago
im not sure, i think weird stuff just seems to happen to me, when i re-tell it all its pretty much exactly as it happened, memory permiting. someone once told me weird shit happens to weird people. i dont know if he was having a go at me or even talking about me but anyway, he vanished after that. into thin air.