SUN.21.08.11MK IS.

MON.22.08.11 MK IS.

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SUN.21.08.11ALL IN.

SUN.21.08.11 ALL IN.

High and lows, I don’t know which I’m in now, but things have definitely become real. Extremely real. Shaking and not knowing if you should scream, laugh, cry or drink kind of real. Pregnancy is a big one to swallow, I’ve always assumed it would be, but assumptions have got nothing on reality. It’s a shock, and it was in no way planned, so I find it hard to think rationally. Either way, I’m not loosing something so precious, she sure is a keeper, so if it’s her choice to have the baby then I’m going with her decision.
There’s no point in running from things when they scare you, to me running away from her is the scariest thing I can think of. “Daddy”… this is going to be interesting from here on out. Bring it.

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SAT.20.08.11YES.

SAT.20.08.11 YES.

Bubbles all round, champagnes and hot tubs, living ‘la vida loca’. Ricky Martin aint got shit on us. What a party, time of my life. And I know she’s thinking the same thing too. She’s a wild one, if I’m not smiling from a joke she’s made, it’s from my thoughts spinning around about how good looking the lady is. People are checking me out wherever we go, jealousy is ripe around town. I think it’s a feeling I’d get used to, something you don’t get sick of easily. Wonder what we should do today, lie in the hotel room doing absolutely nothing, get wasted and have another bubble bath. Sounds heavenly.

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Jana

Jana

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FRI.19.08.1150ml x 12.

FRI.19.08.11 50ml x 12.

All’s fair in love and war. It does make me feel a little uncomfortable thinking how all that anger disappears so quickly, were did it go.. It better not be hiding some¬where, i don’t want to see that thing rear it’s ugly face anytime soon. So what, we’re laughing and loving again, and thats that. Really didn’t want to do the bachelor rounds, the Cortina’s great but i think i wore those springs down the last few days, piles is a reality for a seasoned Ford traveller. So glad her and i are back on track, she’s the best thing thats happened to me. This hotel is just what our relationship needs. Just got to watch the mini bar at this hotel, i’m no Rockefeller. Maybe we can Bonnie and Clyde it and go from town to town murdering small bottles of gin and whiskey. Sounds glamourous.

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YO-YO-YO

Yo-Yo-Yo

 

Back in the house. I forgot how being emotionally invested in someone can lead to such emotional peaks and troughs. Damn. Feel like I just went a few rounds with Klitschko. Good news is that good things come to those who wait and waste not want not and all the stuff so JAna is talking to me again.

Sorry – minibar.

 

We found this old Tears for Fears CD and chucked it into the hifi thingy. I think we’ve been through it three times already – Songs from the big Chair or something like that. Have you ever realised that their song Shout is really quite hardcore. Going on about I’d really like to break your heart etc. Kinda weird that it was taken on by so many people in the 80s as like a rallying Sports song thing. But that was the 80s – they thought colour changing T-Shirts were cool.

 

Actually now that I mention it… colour changing shirts are the business. Where can I get one of those? First person to say, “At the colour-changing shirts shop,” gets a noddy badge.

 

To explain myself a little better – I kind of got in trouble with Jana because my ex smsed me. I told Jana it was over (because it was and that crazy woman needs to go and find someone else to watch Gossip Girl with) but then I got the sms. I had a similar problem once where I got booty-called by a girl while I was with another one. That didn’t end well. It actually ended a lot worse than this one has ended, in that this one ended pretty well.

 

Jana’s dancing on the bed. And I have no idea why I’m wasting my time writing this blog.

 

OVER AND OUT.

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Thur.18.08.11A PRINCIPLE.

THUR.18.08.11 A PRINCIPLE.

Yeah, of course. I knew it, so i’d be lying if i said it were a shock. This whole process is ridiculous, so much so, that all i can do is laugh. I knew i shouldn’t bring up that foot-on-the-dash issue. Not that it was the reason why she exploded, just the flame to light up that pile of petrol soaked material that sits where her brain was. The things she’s complaining about are so out-there it’s hard to take it seriously. So i didn’t, i’m done with bowing down and saying sorry when i’ve done nothing but good. Jesus! Why am i followed by this frustration with the opposite sex wherever i go. And she was almost 100% perfect, or maybe i can just convince myself of that when i want to believe it. Should i stay or should i go, find her and patch up or find some new hippies and freak out for another few days..

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WED.17.08.11JANA.

WED.17.08.11 JANA.

Oh shit, here i go… Slipped up and found myself falling for this one completely. I’m all talk about being hard, but it takes one good smile and a wink and there i find myself, looking in awe at the girl who’s just struck me into a weak kneed dizzy spell. At least I had my wild spell recently, got that out of the system. Almost a kind of fast forward through the motions of break up and the move into single life. Let’s see how it goes, maybe it’s all smoke and mirrors and i’ll end up back in my Cortina next week. Either way there’s positives, so i’m a happy guy right now.

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Jana

Jana

 

I was watching Jana eat strawberries today and I’ve never seen someone who enjoys life so much. The way she closed her eyes and pursed her lips after every bite. She even made this kitten-like sound. I could see that she was enjoying every atom of those strawberries.

It kind of got me thinking. Also about my own life. I’ve usually been one of those guys who’s like – woop! Let’s pour some petrol on these strawberries and burn the bastards! but maybe Jana could teach me something. It’s like life and all the disparate pieces of it that I just bulldoze through are all equally enjoyable to her.

When she was in the bath this evening (crappy motel without a shower), I heard her humming this song to herself and I know that she made it up. She has this child-like innocence and wonder about her that just fascinates me. I feel like she could teach me things and I haven’t felt that about anyone in a long time. If ever.

I tend to jump in feet first and I’ve been burnt enough times to prove that it doesn’t always work but there’s something about this girl that just makes me feel – alive.

I think alive’s the word. Or maybe vital? Living? Aware? I feel like all the things around me – the crappy carpet with the holes in it, the sounds of the crickets outside, the smell of soap and shampoo on her hair, the shiny-thinness of the sheets … all of these things now seem important. I feel like I could live consciously with her. And whereas before life/death seemed like a bit of a joke I suddenly want to be around, I want to be here. I want to live long and get old and experience things. I’m suddenly not barrelling through life at 100mph. (Even if she likes it when I drive fast).

Anyway. She’s calling me to bed. I’m not going to refuse.

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TUE.16.08.11A CO-PILOT.

TUE.16.08.11 A CO-PILOT.

I feel like i’m 12 years, it’s pathetic, i’m just excited. There’s something about get¬ting a piece of paper with direct contact to a beautiful girl that surpasses most other things. What a thrill.
Couldn’t help but notice her strange handwriting though, wonder if that says any¬thing about her character. No one can be more psycho than my ex, I doubt that similar hand writing means similar personalities. I’m just being paranoid.. God forbid i’m wrong.
Should i give her a call, if i don’t I know it’ll become a chase, and i really don’t feel like that kind of thing after the last few days. Something simple, straightforward, great. She looked like she may posses all these. Whatever, i’m diving in head first, lets see how it turns out.

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Making it with Girls Part 2

Making it with Girls Part 2

Now that I’ve met the wonderful Jana (and am still to phone her… later – all good things come to those who wait, and don’t appear too keen) I thought it best to share some more tips I’ve come across in my travels.

Never be too keen

That whole playing hard to get thing? Girls like that. They like to think you don’t care. Remember your friend Gary, the nice and thoughtful one who always cared so deeply about what girls wanted? Always used to bring flowers and all that crap? Where is he now? He’s crying into the butternut risotto he made for Penny because she met some asshole like me in a sexy-ass Ford Cortina. And all I did was not pay her any attention.

It’s like James Hetfield said – sad but true.

Get a motorbike, douchebag.

Never be yourself

The whole be honest thing is garbage. We’re all just as boring and selfish as each other – the last thing we need to do is let people know that. You know how you like to eat your old snollies and pick your scabs?

Don’t be yourself.

And how you just love to make cucumber and peanutbutter sandwiches and then toast them?

Don’t be yourself.

And how you dress up like a baby every Sunday afternoon and drink milk out of a bottle?

Don’t be yourself and go to therapy – that shit is nasty.

Be more hardcore

It’s all a powerplay, isn’t it? Every relationship we have with every other person is a powerplay. It’s all about seeing what you can get out of the other person. If you let someone know that they can get too much from you, they’ll always be taking. For example (and let me not bore you with my boring emotional life), my ex just smsed me earlier today. It was something along the lines of “Waaah wah waaaaah waaaah – I miss you and I’m sorry.”
DELETED.

I’m free now. I’m not going back to a life of watching endless episodes of Gossip Girl and pretending like I give a shit. I’ve only got so long to go before I die/become boring and watching Chuck Bass isn’t going to cut it any more.

I’ll bet Jana doesn’t watch Gossip Girl. I bet she watches wrestling and old episodes of Telly Fun Quiz.

Actually – I’m up for anyone who doesn’t watch Gossip Girl.

Rambling… I’m gonna go punch a wall with my good hand and shout at myself in the mirror until I phone Jana.

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MON.15.08.11BAND-AID.

MON.15.08.11 BAND-AID.

Bandages aren’t things that sort themselves out. You need to care for them. Why the hell would i want to care for my bandage, a bandage that essentially comes from some other numbskull who decided to try seduce my hippy friends by a bit the old ‘grab and pull’. The last thing i want to think about is this bloody chaos wrapped around my knuckles, i’d just ignore it if i had a choice. Unfortunately the smell is something i’m not man enough to contend with. I wonder how much beer, nicotine, cereal, soup and blood has collected in this sponge. The more i think about it the more i’m tempted to forget about it.
I think better do some sensible manoeuvres and get myself to some form of pharmacy. I don’t even know what i’m meant to do with this thing, maybe it should’ve come off already. God i’m not made to worry about these kind of issues.

 

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SUN.14.08.11MANLY THINGS.

SUN.14.08.11 MANLY THINGS.


Started getting those relationship tingles, had to go sort myself out with some real ‘manly’ indulgences. Spinning around in circles, choking on dust and hearing the screeches of the wheels spikes through my ridiculous thoughts in a way nothing else can. How long can you spend in a Ford Cortina enjoying yourself? There is no length of time; it’s just constant pleasure. Maybe I should try my hand at some rally car racing, get drunk with the other racers in some dive bar and get the opposite end of the scale to that of the hippy duo’s ways. I wonder where the nearest all you can eat steak challenge is, maybe they’ve got the beer challenge too, and I’ll do both and top all the leader boards. Jesus, I’m getting ahead of myself, and I like it.

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SAT.13.08.11PUERTO RICAN SHUFFLE.

SAT.13.08.11 PUERTO RICAN SHUFFLE.

How the hell did last night end so god damn well! Last thing I’m writing on my blog about how shit it is to be in hospital, covered in blood and bandages, next thing I’m making out with some smoking hot babe in a KISS shirt.

What a girl, definitely a treat to wake up next to. Banging head, throbbing fist, racing heart. The sensation of really being alive may be a clichéd thought, but I’m sure getting it a lot recently. Kind of want to share it with someone properly in a way, have someone I trust to tell all my thoughts to. This kind of girl is great for a fun night, but I want to find a real lady now.
Punched by an ass. Consoled by a fox.

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FRI.12.08.11TURF WARS.

FRI.12.08.11 TURF WARS.

Never try stop a guy with a leather jacket and a bandana around his forehead from doing anything he feels like doing, ever. Never try be a hero, never drink and get confident, never punch with your good arm. Blood, bandages, pain, anger, stupidity.

I’m sick of being the one trying to solve things and then finding it lashing back at me with a vengeance. Pathetic. I don’t mind sitting in hospital if I had won the fight, would’ve given me something to smile about, but now all I have to sit and think about is how I got knocked out by some moron. That guy sucker punched me, everyone saw it, what a lowlife. His body-odour of onions mixed with black label is something that’s staying in my memory for a while. Great.

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Bokdrolspoeg en ander volkspele

Bokdrolspoeg en ander volkspele

I’ll be honest. I’m a city boy. English as they come. I like partying and rock music and drinking and girls and driving fast and girls and partying and tattoos and rock music and girls. Did I mention I like drinking and girls?

Chilling with these hippie birds has really like, put me on another vibe. This whole taking it slow and enjoying the scenery and checking out the country side has been great. I think I’ve finally got over that RIDICULOUS hangover I had from the witblits last night. Although I still feel a bit weak. I’m quite sure if I wasn’t so hungover I wouldn’t have engaged in some bokdrolspoeg. It’s quite an art really, putting something’s shit in your mouth and then trying to spit it as far as you can.

I always thought that it was one of those urban (rural?) myth things… but after today it seems like bokdrolspoeg is a real thing to do.

Either that or seeing a city boy with a mouth full of shit is just the best thing since gesnyde brood.

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THUR.11.08.11HARD TARGET.

THUR.11.08.11 HARD TARGET.

I’m beginning to wonder when this bubble is going to burst and reality arrives to shoot me back to my mundane existence of old. That, or if I can somehow manage to sustain this hazy utopia forever. It seems like a hard thing to give up. It’s good to have the Cortina around me all the time. Somehow that car just reminds of the grit and bulk of city life, reminding me of all the stale, festering pieces of what now seems like my old life. Sorta keeps me grounded. This moving on business… it’s a little scary to be honest, even more so because without the constraints of the regular routine I’m that much more tempted to delve into the more shadowy aspects of my being. Oh well, no point in dwelling on the inevitable. Now if only I could just stop pissing on my fucken boots!

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WED.10.08.11THREE’S COMPANY.

WED.10.08.11 THREE’S COMPANY.

So much to do in a day, the sun beating the whole way through, you can’t help but feel dazed by the end of it. Not that I’m complaining, although every so often I sneak of for a bit of a ‘breather’ when things start to get hectic. By now I’ve found out each of their weak points – it’s always good when you find that button to push that gets the guaranteed laugh out. Engage autopilot, beer in hand, then just sit back and wait for them to lap it all up. I feel like some sort of eerie greatness has been bestowed upon me… this isn’t the kind of life the usual suspects from the city lead. I’ve one up-ed all of them and they don’t even have a clue. These girls are angels. Not so much in the biblical sense, but yeah…

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Tue.09.08.11WET.

TUE.09.08.11 WET.

Jeez. Do these chicks ever stop? Driving with them is insane! Constant energy and talking between them… finding it extremely hard to get used to all the shrieking. Must be rubbing off on me though, saying and doing things that would’ve seemed ridiculous before. They know how to tease a guy, too. I’m struggling to keep my cool with all these free loving waves floating towards me. Floating more ways than one. Think: Wild Things. Except instead of a pool, we found the most amazing dam, absolutely no one for miles. Girls sure look good when they’re wet. What a change! Feels good to have escaped the life that has swallowed me for so long!

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MON.08.08.11TALL STORY.

MON.08.08.11 TALL STORY.

Sometime’s luck just finds you, although I guess I’ve always been a lucky guy. This time it’s appeared in the shape of 2 runaway hippie types… and what a pair these girls are! Hell. You just know there’s going to be a good few stories to tell once you’ve spent a few days with them. The tricky part is deciding which one I should try my charm on. Maybe both? I’m not too sure how it all works with them, it’s a whole new ball game with this lifestyle. Guess it’s time to dig deep and explore the outer realms of my chakra. Just rollin’ with it, this is where the real adventure starts…

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How to be successful with girls (Part One)

How to be successful with girls (Part One)

You may think this is me blowing my own horn (I’ve tried a few times and come away with nothing but a sore back) but in the last while I’ve found that I’ve been quite lucky in the ladies department. This is not due to any amazing good looks, physical endowment (I hear girth is more important anyway – Tuna Cans ftw!) or money – definitely not money, but rather I think it’s because I’ve cracked a little bit of the girl code. I don’t claim to be any kind of expert, perhaps it’s best described that I work in the Research and Development department of Girl Inc, rather than being a board member, but I do take my research rather seriously.

That being said, here are a few tips I’ve picked up that might aid you in your travels through your twenties. Girls, if there are any of you reading this – please feel free to add comments/hurl abuse. I have noticed that sometimes getting girls to hate you is a great way to hook up with them. I’ll stop rambling now.

1. Be happy go lucky

There is nothing that girls hate more than a stick in the mud. If you were one of those kids who wouldn’t climb over anything or refused to be towed behind your buddy’s scooter on a skateboard, I would suggest you try and change. I am quite sure there are girls out there who value level-headedness and sound financial planning, but in my experience – most girls just want someone to excite them. So when girls say things like, “OMG we should totally just get in the car and like drive somewhere!” you go, “Do you have a spare pair of panties in your bag?”

Girls love a rogue. The guy who steals flowers to give to them or helps them sneak into an uninhabited holiday house on the beach (damn, that was fun).

2. Have some kind of nebulous belief system

Or – be able to speak enough bullcrap about it so that they assume you’re ‘spiritual’. What you really believe is immaterial. Ghost stories, other weird happenings etc – girls eat that up like Cristiano Ronaldo covered in peanut butter. Think of lines like, “You know, given the experiences I’ve had in my life, it just makes me think that there has to be something more out there… you know… I mean, like – there’s just so much stuff that we haven’t even explained yet…”

If you say that to a girl while lying on the bonnet of your car, staring up at the sky – you are well on your way, young man.

3. Have emotions, but don’t be a baby

Girls love it when you get misty eyed. It gives them something to nurture. Make up some father issues, if you and your dad went to go watch rugby together every weekend. Tell her about how your first dog died. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t have a dog. What you need to do though is find the line between emotion and lameness. If you can get a single tear going, then turn away and stare into the distance with your arms folded then you know you are doing something right.

4. Agree, but not too much

Everyone likes it if you agree with them, but no one likes it when you just go – uh huh, yeah, totally! It’s annoying. Remember when you were a kid and if a girl pulled your hair and called you gross it kind of meant she liked you – in some ways that hasn’t changed too much. Come out and tell a girl something that you know contradicts what she believes. This especially works with hot girls because they’re not used to insubordination. Challenge them and make them see it as a competition.

Anyway. It’s getting late now and I need to drive tomorrow. Sleep tight everyone.

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Roadtrippin’ with RHCP

Roadtrippin’ with RHCP

I’m not 100% sure about Anthony Kiedis’s teeth and I don’t know if I’d like to try and be in a car with Flea for longer than 3 minutes, but these guys sure know how to write a Roadtrippin’ song.

I feel a blog coming about how to be successful with women. Maybe when I find where I’m staying for the night I’ll put on my writing pants and see if I can share some tips for all of you out there. Could help me brush up on my skills too.

For now, I bid you adieu – miles to go before I sleep.

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SUN.07.08.11HANDS ON THE WHEEL.

SUN.07.08.11 HANDS ON THE WHEEL.

Just driving till my tank runs dry. This time with a little more sense and reflection than the post break-up getaway. Feeling so at ease with things. It’s a great feeling not having her in the passenger seat fiddling with the radio and complaining about the time it’s taking to get to where we’re going.

She’d always put her feet up on the dashboard, even managed to crack it in 3 different places. Like hell I’m going through the mission of getting it fixed, but it’s just annoying how she’s even managed to leave her little mark in my car. That aside, the sky looks great and I’m ready to roll. With a full tank of petrol and a packet of biltong as fuel, let’s see how far I can get before the sun goes down.

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The Itch

The Itch

I’m getting that itch again. That feeling that something needs to change. No, the itch is not from my Spanish lady last night…

Ernie wants me to hang around, he said he could make space and that we could chill and party together but I don’t know if I want to tie myself down just now. Yeah, I mean, Ernie can bring back (very) open-minded European girls who are looking for some holiday fun and some A-Grade South African beef, but I don’t know if that’s what I want for myself.

Now that I’ve just tasted the tip of the freedom iceberg, I think that I need to dive into the water and investigate just how large this freedom is. Does that make sense? I think I’m still hungover.

There’s a whole country out there full of fun to be had, girls to be romanced, walls to be jumped over and parties to crash. I don’t think Ernie will be too pissed if I leave now. Knowing him, he might not even notice until I get back.

Tina needs to eat up some open road, she’s been hanging around in the city for too long – and like I tweeted earlier, some douchemachine nearly drove into her today because he didn’t know how to indicate on a circle. I need to go to a place without traffic circles. And preferably no traffic lights or speed cameras either.

The more I write this the more I realise what I need to do.

ROAD-EFFING-TRIP

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SAT.06.08.11AMNESIAC

SAT.06.08.11 AMNESIAC.

Well THAT was unexpected. Lucky I took that shower… Can’t believe I’ve missed out on this for so long! Why the fuck did I stay stuck in that relationSHIT? Jeez. Talk about self-deprivation… Hooked up with this pretty cool girl. Not that I had to try too hard… after all I always seem to get what I have my eye on… Just gotta get back in the mindset I guess. On another note this hangover is BESTIAL. Cereal down. Cereal Up. I’m going back to sleep.

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FRI.05.08.11 MYSTERY, MATADOR & J-DOG.

FRI.05.08.11 MYSTERY, MATADOR & J-DOG.

Ahhh. Hello new lifestyle. By lifestyle, I’m talking about absolutely no care for anything or anyone, myself included. Perfecting the fine art of consuming junk food and watching daytime TV. Who knew that footie reruns from ’96 could be so compelling? “Less soap, more cereal” is the order of the day…

On that note, some peeps are coming over tonight so I think it may be high time to have an industrial strength cleanse. Just gotta gather the courage to brave the shower and all its many organic friends.

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Stomach Slappers on a Friday Morning

Stomach Slappers on a Friday Morning

There are probably some people who like this kind of thing. Who really get off on having a large woman drop 20 years of fried chicken, chips and rice onto your back.

Personally, I think I’d probably try this. Once. And then I might vomit. But you’ve got to try things out otherwise you’d never know if you like them. For example: Bovril. Actually, I like Bovril so much that if she kind of painted her whole stomach with Bovril and then dropped it onto my back I’d like it more.

Are there places where you can do that? There have to be. I wonder if they serve toast.

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THU.04.08.11 UPGRADE.

THU.04.08.11 UPGRADE.

Bailing out of the home-on-wheels. Took a trip to my old buddy to see if I can crash there. No surprises, he looked just as out of it as usual, asleep on his feet. Oh well, at least he was semi-welcoming… managed to squeeze in only one familiar ‘not again’ glance before getting back into his bowl of cheerios. What a champion. How does he do it? Ignorance really is bliss…

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WED.03.08.11 BOARD & LODGING.

WED.03.08.11 BOARD & LODGING.

Ugh. This hitting the road vibe is not all it’s made out to be. What Jack Kerouac expanded on in terms of introspective psychedlia, he certainly glossed over in terms of “Sleeping sandwiched between a tiny seat and a steering wheel.” Something quite bizarre about waking up to a material ceiling and the smell of oil, knowing you’ve got to make a plan or you’ll be repeating this ritual the following night. On top of that, something between the seats in old trustywheels is starting to smell a bit suspect; and I couldn’t be bothered to locate the culprit. Probably some old burger or beer bottle. Either way I’ll just go organic and let nature take its course. It’s gotta disintegrate sometime, right?

Oh, and Speaking of filth I made the stupid mistake of turning on the radio. Why they choose to play such miserable crap at that unholy hour escapes my logic. And to top it off I’m hungry. Gotta get something greasy and fast.

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TUE.02.08.11 SPOILS OF WAR.

TUE.02.08.11 SPOILS OF WAR.

Man, shit has hit the fan big-time this time… She completely flipped when I told her. Crazy girl tried to punch me, started throwing my shit over the balcony like some sort of bad insurance commercial. Guess I should’ve seen it coming, just never figured she’d have that kind of reaction in her.

Funny though how even when right in the middle of the drama, all I could think about was whether someone would steal my stuff before I could get downstairs! “Clothes before ho’s”, you could call it. Just goes to show how over it all I am. We’re done. Through. No regrets really… except for taking her out to lunch yesterday, that is. Good petrol money gone to waste…

I feel a road trip coming on…

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