FUCKING TRAITORS (i hate humans and most animals)

There's two super ex-best friends that will be hung up on Monday if they call me. They don't know I have a blog, so this is largely a pointless rant, but aren't they all? Yeah, they're so barred. Sick of unreliable people. To anyone that's ever put up with my constant unreliability as a friend: you're pathetic, you shouldn't put up with it.
Oh wait.. you don't... okay so that explains a few things.

**processing thoughts** Perhaps... call me crazy if I sound like it... but cutting out more friends would be a ... bad decision? I seem to have painted myself into a corner, socially. By that stupid metaphor, I mean I've systematically become detached from everyone and lost all confidence to talk to anyone but my increasingly small inner cadre.

I have thought of ways to be less obnoxious and enjoy social interaction more, such as a brain injury or lobotomy. However, if I think about it closely enough, douchebags only like douchey things so trying to be less douchey is actually self-defeating. And I'm convinced now that EVERYONE is douchebags.

Don't correct my fucking grammar while I'm talking. Sit the fuck down.

My New Year's resolution to quit all drugs and alcohol for a year is the worst decision of my life. Scratch that, that's just melodramatic hyperbole. I WISH it was the worst decision of my life - ha!
But it's not going well in any sense but that I've only broken it once... since January 5th. I will stick to it, because it is only for a year, and it may be one of those things that you need to ride out to get to the good part. However, next year, my resolution will be to spend as many waking hours high. Seeing as I prefer teh amphetaminez, there'll be plenty of waking hours.

Hmmm... I've quit smoking for such a long time that I didn't put smoking into my list of things not to do. I mean I couldn't ban all substances. I need antihistamines for my hay fever and panadol for stress headaches. So I never mentioned nicotine or smoking. **eyes light up** I always make friends with cigarettes!

What the fuck are these entries? I don't know. It's not on myspace, this blog gets next to no traffic, pfft. I don't care anymore. Shame that my new found candour hasn't really improved the quality of my blog.

Anyway, back to the point. Bridget and Lisa, you're not my friends any more. I won't invite you to any of my parties, you're fired, you can't get into the club house any more. I'll change the secret super best friends hand shake just to make sure. It's just me and Rammsteinn in my club now.

Suck eggs, gaylords.

¡SELBBUB!

The universe has conspired against me again this weekend. Not only did it give me the flu right as I had to go on a bridgeclimb with my team from work, but to top it off, it began raining only hours before our bubble party.

Oh noes rain you might say, but in the middle of New South Wales' worst drought in 100 years‽ And influenza in February‽ When will I learn not to look forward to anything?

Anyway, surprisingly enough, people still turned up. I didn't get to enjoy things or talk to people as much as I had hoped because I felt rather shit and the weather made me rather strange. My efforts to make talky-talky with people ended with me being a right dick so I avoided too much interaction and pissed everyone off by taking photos with my HORRIBLY ineffectual digital camera.

I like my photos, because unlike all you arty ponces, mine are badly focused, terribly framed and aren't of interesting or relevant subjects.


Here's Jones and Mikey testing the bubble mix the day before the party. Quite impressive, yes?







The bubble quality held out at the party as well, even though we were forced to have them inside, which had certain consequences...









... such as making food nearby soggy and soapy.


At least the carpet is getting a good wash from it.







Big bubbles amuse small minds.






Here's a bunch of people being

couch monkeys, to capture the atmosphere.




















Yeah, it's a blurry pic, but it's funny to see people's faces when Jones is talking to them.






Hey, you damn kids!! Get out of my kitchen!!!






That's enough Mandreano for one post...






"This is my 'NO' face"
Did I mention I'm sick? Only like 50 times in one evening.








See that yellow thing on the bench? Look closely. That's the bubble machine that inspired this party. You can see some small bubbles floating around it. Many of which stuck to the Palex's toys below.

Hi Alastair!!

Holy crap! How many photos do I have to post here?

Oh, I think I'm done. So yeah, that was the party. Apologies to anyone on dial-up or whose download limit I just completely raped.

P.S: It's still fucking raining!!