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Alright. Current crush + last weekend = happy me. The whole of last weekend was pretty awesome. Something happened and I saw so many of my friends put some petty arguments aside and strengthen their friendships. And we had some random named Dave to help us out.

My best mate made up with another of my friends after a random argument that was out of proportion. Another of my friends apologised to me for being a dick a month or so ago. My perenially single mate Dan picked up. Good things happened on Friday.

That and BT was damn cool.

I got yelled at for being a morning person. Apparently people don't like some bastard jumping around with glee at 8am in the morning after a heavy night. Something about sleep or someshit, or hangovers. The bastards kept yelling at me until Saturday night where I got drunk again and forgot about it all.

Oh an the Royal India on Hay St, is awesome. I love the curry.

Work is moving to the tallest building in the city. being tall and all it holds a crap load of people, which means a crap load of cars. Which means sweet fanny adams worth of parking. So Sunday I get my bike out and see how long it'll take me to ride.

The city, it is the best god damn place to ride a bike. I'm going to fucking die in the next 2 months, or hit another bus and fuck up my bike again. Something about kicking it down St George's between cars, even on a Sunday, and William St is a deathtrap with all the railworks.

Man, fuckin A weekend.

Lou