Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Sydney

So, as you may know, currently I am residing in a place they call Sydney.
For my brothers wedding.
Day 1)
Plane.
Aunt Silvana (whose idea of food is air) is catching the same plane as lisa and the mother.
Lisa is tres hungry.
Silvana passes her a square
"Have some, they're very healthy" she says.
Lisa takes a bite. No taste. Lisa has another bite.

At this precise moment, it feels like there was a party in her mouth and everyone died.

Then, going through customs, my mother, being the incredibly intelligent woman she is, forgets that she has put steak knives in her suitcase.

Half an hour later.
Almost on the plane.

Lisa's taste buds have finally revived themselves.

On the plane-
(boy a few seats behind who looks about fifteen)
"Mum, i've been pondering this for a while...."
Lisa listens intently.
"...What would happen if a cloud got sucked up into the engine?"

FACEPALM.

So lets fast forward to the night.

Family (Davd, Michael, Rebekah, Mum, Dad, Lisa go to Thai/Indian restaurant).

Lisa cannot eat spicy food.

Vindaloo is in the middle of the table.
Lisa does not know what this intriguing substance is.

She takes a bite.

Before her taste buds commit suicide, there is a fire in her mouth, that her taste buds have intended to cease by pouring gasoline and petrol all over them. And kerosene.

Taste buds dead for prolonged period of time.

And the apartment lisa is staying in is right next to a busy road.
Cannot. Fall. A. Fucking. Sleep.






Day 2)

Lisa gets woken up.
Not happy, Jan.

Parents are out because lisa tells them ever so nicely to please get out and not wake her up in the future.

So she watches music clips on television.

Time well spent.
Texts AJ+Jen+Bec during the day.

Remembers she must buy present for Priyanka.


taste buds still have not been revived.


Day 3)
Rebekahs hens party.

get up erly (sigh) and mother and lisa get in ca with Rebekah and her maid of honour Rebecca.
Confusing.

Lisa makes necklaces which say "beks Hens" on them.
Tantalising stuff.

Taste buds, still showing no sign of relief.

Clairvoyant arrives, after much waiting, Lisa gets a turn.

Clairvoyant says jenny and her will be taking a trip when school is over,
says beccy will enter a business soon.
Says Lisa is good at telling how people feel (apparently)
and will have seventeen year old boyfriend next year- star sign Taurus.
Apparently.
Lisa pulls out card with man stabbed in chest multiple times.
Clairvoyant does not explain.
Clairvoyant says lisa would be good in media.
Lisa jumps for joy inside.
Even though it is all a bunch of crap.
Clairvoyant reads palms,
lisa will have three kids apparently.
NOT HAPPY! I WANT MOARRR!!

Get in van,
socialises and takes many many pictures.
Go to restaurant.
Socialises more.
2 others called Lisa.
Overall good night.

(Y)






Day 4)

To the city.
Starts off shit.

Woken up again.

Father hogs the foxtel.

Catch bus to city (which is, in fact, hours late)

Father complains like a grumpy old prick about how all these shops are found in Perth.
Father wants to go to McDonalds

Silvana points out McDonalds is found in Perth.

Father more pissed off.

Lisa contemplates mass suicide.

Then to the ferry area.
Lisa does not like ferries.

Sees boy working at food place thingo who looks exactly like Kurt Cobain.
Freaks out.
Returns to normal.
Not really.

Makes retarded videos while on ferry, to stop herself becoming seasick.




Taste buds zilch.

Day 5)
wakes up too early.

Taste buds, nope.

dinner with uncle dom.
nothing to report.


Day 6)
Sleeps at mike + Beks house

sleps shitty!

meets pete (rhymes)
goes on facebook :O

Lovely cat.
horrible dog.

no taste buds to report.

Day 7) will do later




Friday, November 13, 2009

well there, lest see how this goes

I, currently have no idea what i am going to write about.

Possibly the economic downturn?
No, thats boring.


Possibly how sexy i am?
no, you already know that.

Possibly how many scrotums rebecca has?
no, we all know she has twelve.


No, i am here to write to you about an amazing phenomenon.
the cat
It was my mums birthday the other day
(november 5 to be precise)
and she got a book titled
"the daredevils book for cats"

which got me thinking.

why do cats take complete advanatage of us?



all they do, all day is sit with their legs in funny positions.
or tripping us over.
or pretending to be cute then biting out noses.
or eating our babies.
(no, wait, that's jenny. sorry)

why?

i'll tell you why.

Because they are far superior to us.

All we really do is say "oh cutesy wootsy mister tiddlebumb!"

so, according to the daredevils book for cats" here is what i know so far.

Cuteness and how to deal with it.

Humans do so love an ickle kitten, or preferable three cute ickle kittens, cuddwing up to each uvver, They plaster them all over their birthday cards, posters, plates.... Cats on plates? whats all that about?

to which i say

NO!

cuteness must be stamped out.
We cats are in this for ourselves, not for anyone else.
Making a humans heart skip a beat and for them to go
"aw, aren;t they cute!!" is tantamount to prostitution.
In case you're thinking,
"weren't you a cute kitten once?"

NO. NO. NO!

I wasn't. Immediately after i was born, i rolled myself in tar than a succession of unattractive litter based objects, such as pork pie crusts, mutilated jelly babies, two hairclips discarded by an old lady with greasy hair and nits, and some poo.
So anytime you spot an ornament or 'living sculpture' featuring our cuddly kin, simply drop an anvil on a plate of them, and do the right thing.

Dynamite would also suffice.

Then there is another thing.


What cat;s really mean

Human: Here Kitty! come get your food!

Cat: meow!

What they mean: "you call that food! if i sicked that up, i'd be ashamed of myself. You monster!"

Human: "Why don't you come over ehre and sit with me?"
Cat:Meow!

What they mean: "sit with you? Do you think i've had nasal bypass operation? if i lay in your lap, my head would fall off!"


Human: (scratching head) "is thatnice?"

Cat: Meow

What they mean: "no! it's not bloody nice! you're in completely the wrong place, you ham fisted oaf. in truth, you've been scartching the same bit of my head for so long, it's starting to chafe. I canb't wait until you get your vet bills, then you'll be sorry!"

Human: (to human friend): The cat seems to love it here!

Cat: Meow

What they mean: No, i dont! This is the worst place in the world, its Guantanamo Bay times a million, you're worse than Genghis Khan!


yes,
i am sane.


good day.