punchdrunkblake

Life is hard. Get over it or bite the curb.

Bit of a shindig at deadforhours' place last night. I had a fucking great one. Talked for hours and hours with some guy named Daniel who is one of my new favourite people. Cocteau, Aliens, drugs; tie those together and add beer. So that was really nice, though I think I ended up cooking pasta and bread rolls as the sun was coming up. Wish there would've been some photos going on, cool night either way.

Sorted out Christmas shopping stuff today. Bought myself a diary for next year. It cost $7.95 and was worth every penny.

Went for a swim, water was beautiful.

Spoke to Joey on the phone about all manner of crap. Fingers crossed he'll come and do some guitar stuff for the band.

The Geminus Loco are playing (with Meniscus) on January 6 at Bar Broadway. Should be a good one, trying to get the Meniscus guys to give me a few lessons about electronic pads and sampling.

Figured out that I really need to get my unrelenting rage out in ways other than drinking. Write it out, run it out, drum it out, swim it out; don't drink it out. More furious every day. Really want to travel or at least move out and get a semi decent job. Current boss vetoed the idea of me getting tattoos. Fuck him. Fuck Coles Myer Liquor Group.

Getting the movie off the ground is proving to be more difficult than first imagined but fuck it, I'm not biting the curb any time soon.