Dirty carni b@##*rds came into our garage through a back window the other day and stole stuff that could then be winzzened back through said window again! Low life scum. Stole a very cool tool kit and other garage stuff, you know things like paint brushes, that they could then hock off on the black market to fuel they're P habit. Did I mention I thought that the little homee scum can burn in their own karma when it comes back to bite them in the arse.
But the New Zealand Police have been swell, ever soo helpful! You know CSI, like that, they've come and finger printed and everything.... in my dreams. As yet they've been to busy with gang rapes and picking the new colour of their fleet of cars to even return our call.
Ahh good times! I knew I'd like this area, so tidy that anything thats not bolted down gets tidied away, probably by the neighbours two doors down, (read the new years blog re armed defenders)
So word up, yo yo mother ***kers, may you come back as a little flying bug that gets squished at 110 km/h on my windscreen. Peace out.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Saturdays are for shopping
Monday to Fridays were DESIGNED for working, Sunday for having a rest (cause it comes after Saturday) Saturday which of course was designed for shopping.
Shoe shopping of course out ranking the other kinds followed very closely of course by clothes and accessories. Then theres all the other kinds furniture, food, linen the list of course being endless all the way down to the hardest shopping "for someones Birthday". Unless they've been good enough to tell you what they want. You are stuck trolling the shops for hours to end up buying something, good or bad, which you dont get to keep!
Take this weekend I have baited myself with the thought of shoe shopping so I will be at the shops should I manage to find the balls to find a present for my 96 year old Poppa (Granda) Theres only so many years in a row where socks are a viable option.
Shoe shopping of course out ranking the other kinds followed very closely of course by clothes and accessories. Then theres all the other kinds furniture, food, linen the list of course being endless all the way down to the hardest shopping "for someones Birthday". Unless they've been good enough to tell you what they want. You are stuck trolling the shops for hours to end up buying something, good or bad, which you dont get to keep!
Take this weekend I have baited myself with the thought of shoe shopping so I will be at the shops should I manage to find the balls to find a present for my 96 year old Poppa (Granda) Theres only so many years in a row where socks are a viable option.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Beauty is in the eye o the beholder
Firstly in no way am I gloatting. I dont think Im beatiful at all, not ugly just run of the mill... addmitedly with huge melons and blonde. But thats another story..
I have sailed through life pretty easily. Last time I was flighing down to ChCh and there was a HUGE que. I was about to wait in line like a normal person, and a attendant guy asked if he could check me in instead. SWEET. And I realised all the times stuff like that happens.
Ok maybe I am gloating. Silly boys think Im cute, without me even trying. Imagine the poor attendant boy if Id been wearing my knee high sillettos and tartan school girl skirt.
I have sailed through life pretty easily. Last time I was flighing down to ChCh and there was a HUGE que. I was about to wait in line like a normal person, and a attendant guy asked if he could check me in instead. SWEET. And I realised all the times stuff like that happens.
Ok maybe I am gloating. Silly boys think Im cute, without me even trying. Imagine the poor attendant boy if Id been wearing my knee high sillettos and tartan school girl skirt.
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