I can't take it anymore. All the hoo har about Lara Bingle and Michael Clarke makes me want to grab a pick axe and place it in someone's spinal column.
Note to mainstream media - I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THOSE TWO PRETENTIOUS VACUOUS TWATS.
Do the news. Chile has had 2 after shocks. Place your focus there -on something that truly matters.
Showing posts with label Brain Dead Mong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brain Dead Mong. Show all posts
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Psychocandy
Sorry for the lack of writing lately. I've started many posts and deleted them. Sometimes you just fall into a literary hole and have nothing to say.
I've been a million miles away in the last month. I want to speak but feel stifled... hopefully the fog will lift and I'll be able to supply you with truckloads of words yet again.
As Glass Tiger annoyed us with in the '80's; "don't forget me when I'm gone-my heart will break."
I've been a million miles away in the last month. I want to speak but feel stifled... hopefully the fog will lift and I'll be able to supply you with truckloads of words yet again.
As Glass Tiger annoyed us with in the '80's; "don't forget me when I'm gone-my heart will break."
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Nicotine,Valium,Vicodin,Marijuana,Ecstasy & Alcohol
... it will take this and more to get me through the rest of this week...
Who needs words when a shocker like this speaks volumes?
Friday, December 11, 2009
It Needs To Be Said....
I hate Tony Abbott.
Someone should chop him up and feed him to the pigs.
A blog of note..
http://blogotariat.com/node/185114
And please don't show him in his budgie smugglers anymore. Some of us want to have sex again.
Someone should chop him up and feed him to the pigs.
A blog of note..
http://blogotariat.com/node/185114
And please don't show him in his budgie smugglers anymore. Some of us want to have sex again.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
He's Just Not That Into You- Duh...

What the world needs now is not another cliched and predictable movie.
I rented 'He's just not that into you' on Sunday night on the recommendation of friends who generally have credible film tastes. All I can say about it is, I've seen it and I never have to watch it again.
For those who have not seen nor wish to, here's MM's synopsis of said fillum. Characters include Gigi, the stalker chick who has a date with Connor who cuts their first date early to be with Anna who wants to be with Ben, a married man who is married to Janine because she said 'marry me or else'. She believes she is lucky in love. Then there's Beth and Neil who have had the long term relationship - Neil doesn't believe in marriage and Beth breaks up with him because she does. Gigi meets Alex the bar manager at his bar whilst stalking Connor. He becomes her confidante and adviser in all things male ("if he says that, he's blowing you off"). Mary does the advertising for a magazine in which Connor is her major client. She is having a cyber relationship with Jude who 'my spaces' her- the gay boys in the office advise her that this is the 21st century 'booty call'.
I think you can surmise from this description where it's all gonna go. Verse, chorus, verse..
All I can say is, thank god I watched 'Milk' first. Great film about a great man with a vision and message of hope.
Let's 'hope' all films of 'He's Just Not That Into You's' calibre will go away and die the cruel death it deserves.
Oh and if anyone can help me get that 90 minutes of my life back, I'd be most grateful.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Margarita MiMONGuita
I'm having a rough time of it at the moment. Maybe it's an age thing. Maybe I've had too much to drink and it's taking it's toll. Maybe I've always just had a really bad fucking short term memory!
I've lost my phone for the second time this year. For the life of me, I don't know what I've done with it. I remember having it on my way home as I was texting my house mate back. My guess is, I put it in my coat pocket and it fell on the seat of the taxi on the way to the restaurant. That much I know because when I reached into my pocket and then my handbag, it wasn't there. I assumed I left it at home but, as I discovered when I returned there, it wasn't. Big fat smelly hairy bugger.
I'm going away for the weekend and I forgot to pack my camera. Anyone who truly knows me will find this fact baffling as I always have the bloody thing,taking snaps of whatever I fancy. I was so tired this morning,trying to pack and placate a whingy cat that I completely forgot to grab it. Would have made for a great Monday blog.
I guess I can get Rosie to take pics and I can load them onto the ol'memory stick... I need a memory stick for my brain! That would be fabulous!
Okay.. need to focus. And eat some breakfast....Brain food perhaps?
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