So it’s not really any of your business, but lately I’ve been brushing my teeth in the shower.

I used to brush before my shower and before that I used to brush afterwards, but I didn’t like standing damp and cold longer then necessary.

Also, the fan in my bathroom doesn’t work. And I don’t like having the window open in case one day I suddenly get the urge to sing and my neighbours will hear and judge me. The bastards. So it always very foggy in my bathroom and I guess the paint of my celling is going start bubbling due to the constant damp.

I don’t mind. I hate cream walls.


I like girl’s names that start with ‘I’. Imogene, Ingrid, Inga…

I dislike most boys’ names that start with ‘E’. Eustace, Eugene, Eddie…


I work in child care right? If Hollywood and popular culture has taught me much about childcare it’s that someone always gets peed in the mouth during a nappy change. It’s never happened to me. Or anyone I’ve meet. But I’m still anxious.


I know that: 20% of the time, there’s a guy who looks like Sasuke.


Last night I woke up quite thirsty. Nothing unusual there. I reached out for the water bottle on my bedside and put it too my mouth an went “Eughhhh!!” And pulled it away.
Heres a tip: moisturiser tastes FOUL.

Now I was still half asleep even as I recognised I’d put moisturizer in my mouth and wiped it of my tongue. What’s weirder is that in my ‘more asleep then not’ stage, some part of my brain recognised the grip my hand had on my moisturiser bottle and absently poured some into my hand like I would normally do. I then put that hand to my mouth because I guess my brain was still thinking: ‘Find Water’ and not really considering it’s methods in its search.

“Eugghhhh!!” I said again. And again had to wipe it off my tongue.

I had no idea my moisturiser tasted SO damn Bad! Really!

Now they say ‘Repetition is the mother of stupidity’. I have to agree when did it for the THIRD TIME and again responded with an appropriate “EUGGGHHH!!” followed by a loud: “WHAT THE F@#K?!”

Finally my brain gave up on my moisturiser magically turning into h20 by the power of will and determination, and I finally put it down and hunted down my water bottle.

Even that tasted foul because of all the sorboleeney aftertaste.

I wasn’t at the top of my game at the time.


Right now I’m waiting for the courier to come pick up my computer. The washing machine has 1 hour and 26 minutes left to go. The cat is staring at me form the doorway, trying to use mind control by the power of will to get me to refill his bowl. Again. I’m sniffing coz I have a blocked nose in the morning lately. I have a total of 2 windows open. 1 is this journal, and the other is my facebook Inbox, which I need to copy and past five’s and six’s from because they don’t work on my keyboard. This is the only time i use facebook; inbox purposes. God i hate facebook... But hey. are YOU Craig Sars Friend? No. Your not. God im special.


The first words I can see around me (not on the computer) are: ‘Data Code: 0307’ and ‘Gameboy Colour’ and ‘Cameo’


I got a total of 3 and a quarter hours of sleep last night. Not for any good reason mind you. Just because I cant keep a promise to myself and be in bed by 10.30.


It is universal truth that no one can argue this:
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So I still haven’t read Breaking Dawn.

I went out and bought it the day it came out and then I got home and I looked at it and it looked back at me and suddenly I was plagued with visions of what was to come and I just cant handle that shit right now people.

So now it sits on my bedside (maybe I’ll eat that by accident tonight and save myself from ever having to actually Read It.)

Don’t both trying to spoiler me, I already know what happens (I think we’ve all known since the around the 11th chapter of Twilight. I mean, the dramatic twists and turns were more like the plot kinda thought about tilting in one direction for a while, thinking really hard about it, and then made the decision and turned on the left hand blinker so as not to alert the traffic.) yeah. We’ve all seen this coming since day 1.

If you didn’t… well… simple things for simple minds. Lower standards equals more fun…


Anyone remember this shoe called ‘Minty’? Only aussies would I think. It was omne of those typical: ‘Zomg, a complete stranger looks just like me lets switch places!’ shows… anyone?


Goddamn I hate the Olympics.


And so anyway, ignoring all the unnecessary crap; my original point was this:

Marble runs make me smile.

Go on.

Try to resist.

You cant.

You lie.

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Crafty bastard… he has too much time on his hands … I admire that.