Ninjad my way over to Tassie from Wednesday until Friday afternoon, met up with relatives, no photos because my phone is still shit and hasn’t grown a camera. 2 and a half days with the olds, drinking too much coffee and eating a “plethra” of biscuits. Everyone looks like they’re doing pretty good. Not much to say really, it’s so rare that I actually get the time to go down there, that I’ve sort of lost contact with them all, and have nothing to talk about… So… Steeve Irwin…? Yeaaaaah.
My Itallian uncle gave me some good advice for going over seas… “Stay away from dem FUCKING GYPSIES” *takes note*
Drinking with my cousin and his homeless friends is always good fun tho, and I got to see my sister for the first time in 9 months. Yawn, I’m just typing in here to kill some time, got a BBQ to attend, hair of the dog. Another successful night of sleeping in my favourite carpark, got some indigestion going, all I need now is 4 beers and a steak.
Oh, happy birthday to Fleabag and Filthy Dan. Should have some photos to bust up here from the BBQ tonight – After I steal Lyles phone or something. Oh shi- I forgot to get presents… I hope they like… uh… *looks around room* … Broken computer monitors.
DAMNIT, I just got a SMS, Lyle didn’t get them the double ended dildo. Shows over.
