kebabski

i start my full time grown up job on monday (tomorrow) i haven't been full time grown up since working at rac. i know, i'm thinking it too. i don't just work for da man, i tie his shoes for him to.

i am currently cleaning my room. i had the same epiphany i've had before...
while looking for socks...
me : FUCK!!! i wish there was a place that had all my socks, just one place and all my socks were always there so i didn't have to look for them.
sara : like a sock drawer?
have thought it before, will think it again. am already bored of cleaning. am going to exercise on at the beach with jaymi and dean. dean is a personal trainer. he offered to help us get fit as we complain abou tour laziness constantly. our conditions? pick us up and MAKE us and after we get icecream

good weekend so far except for
me and jaymi driving back from freo, a motorcyclist hoons past us at crazy speeds. jaymi's like oh i should have swerved and taught him a lesson.
a few minutes down the road, aforementioned cyclist sprawled deformedly on road surrounded by cars, smashed glass and blood. i'd say, lesson learnt. or he's dead.
scarborough beach rd must be one of the most haunted roads in the world, the amount of crap i've seen happen there