I am so over my job that I don't even care anymore. Which is mostly nice, things kind-of flow.
I am getting better at boxing ... haven't actually been training ~very~ hard, but working on my technique. Was joking last week as I walked through the city drunk and wearing my Barbie t-shirt that I want to get into a fight. Oh, and was called 'Faggot' by a car load of thugs, which took me back to my teenage years in Toowoomba (don't go there). I have to stop wearing the Barbie shirt (black with Barbie written in neon-pink, I think it's cool, but the small minded can't deal with irony).
Playing the keyboards heaps, and have been writing some stuff for my new side project. No name as yet, but currently amused by "The Whirled Accordion to Garp"
I am getting better at boxing ... haven't actually been training ~very~ hard, but working on my technique. Was joking last week as I walked through the city drunk and wearing my Barbie t-shirt that I want to get into a fight. Oh, and was called 'Faggot' by a car load of thugs, which took me back to my teenage years in Toowoomba (don't go there). I have to stop wearing the Barbie shirt (black with Barbie written in neon-pink, I think it's cool, but the small minded can't deal with irony).
Playing the keyboards heaps, and have been writing some stuff for my new side project. No name as yet, but currently amused by "The Whirled Accordion to Garp"