Gucci Mane will be my sugar daddy....

So in light of some recent events, I've been seriously contemplating doing what everyone talks about, and leave Canberra at the start of next year.

Though that's the easy part, the hard part is thinking about where to move to??????

Brisbane and Melbourne both seem like pretty great places, I mean the music scene (D-BEAT) in Melbourne is pretty fucking killer, not to mention the Dick Boyz gang needs some Victorian representatives. well, TEARGAS LIVE IN BRISBANE SO I CAN STALK THEM AND THEN IN AN ACT OF SUPREME SURREPTITIOUSNESS, JOIN THEIR BAND!

More importantly this has lead me to think more critically about place association, and how much it weighs on your mind. I mean, for me Canberra will constantly be parental, and living here most of my life, it seems like that the city itself, and everything about this place is all too familiar. Upon thinking more about this, the reason why I am here, is simply because my family are here, this renders Canberra almost useless in disassociation (Also because THE MEMORY OF SARAH PIGLEY STILL HAUNTS MY SOUL......SAAAAAAARAAAAAAAHHHHH), and now the need to establish my self seems like it has its bearings somewhere else, maybe like Atlanta, Georgia, where I'd just hang with Gucci Mane. My life would probably be like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNsCxa4BZB8&feature=channel, and when ever he'd get arrested I'd have one of these shirts on hand.

Also, Municipal waste fuckin slaysssssss! J-ross played me sadistic magician on Saturday and it BLEW MY MIND. Check it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdAAF1JcmXI

So yeah, ultimately by Feb/March next hopefully I'll have moved somewhere interesting, like Baltimore, or Atlanta, I'd be a pretty good Ghetto Thug. I mean, I can just look at my little brother for inspiration...

last week I had a dream about a big black woman fighting some nuns, shit was wild.

Procrastination!!!!!!

Here's a list of 3 things I've done in avoiding doing anything to do with my politics essay.

1. Went for a run - in my mind I was the definitive flag bearer for masculine fitness, but in reality I was coughing and wheezing (poke-pun) the whole time, but none the less AVOIDING MY ESSAY.

2. Learnt a song by the homostupids for my new band - the song it self is about giving a blowjob to a bus driver, and seeing as our lead singer is a bus driver I hope people will think he is talking about giving him self a blowjob (so he drive the bus!).

The song is off the EP Night Deacon and it is REEEEEAAALLLLY GOOOD.

3. This blog - hey, you know what, I don't eve like blogging, actually anytime I write about my self or what I'm doing it feels like I'm creating a 2D character - complete with no sense of personal depth - and thus not me, just an amalgamation of my thoughts and likes, so when people read this or whatever I can remain completely detached. BUT EVEN THEN, THIS BLOG IS STILL NOT MY ESSAY SO I'M GOING TO POST IT ANYWAY.

Also, I have a new house and there's going to be a compulsory gin day and everyone will soon be wearing Hawaiian shirts and have terrible facial hair like this man here..

Maybe he's even my real dad.

Look away.

Isn't life just fantasitc? Cheap cocktails, brilliant company and as always - only the best music.