Monday, July 11, 2005


Oh the unbridled joy to have nowhere to be.

To have no-one to see
To have no work to do.
To have no expectations upon me - for a little while at least.

To clarify, there are no planes in this entry (no literal ones anyway), but I had to include it or my sassy title just wouldnt work!

I've just returned from three days of this. I took some time off to wander round by myself. To walk alone for a little while. Among other places I ended up in a seedy little motel run by a very inquisitive asian gentleman.

The purpose of this time was for me to be utterly selfish, and I was.
I had porn, booze and most of my other favourite illicit substances. Oh and there was pizza as well.

I'd sleep when I was tired, wake up when I was ready and didnt once brush my teeth or shave.

Living on cigarettes and pancakes for most of the time, I ended each day by the water, patiently anticipating the sunset.
I saw a seal - a real life seal. Cow of the ocean.

I took trains. I never take trains. In fact I'd go so far as to say that I loathe any form of public transport. I drive - everywhere. My car is part of me, in many ways, just a natural extension of my penis.

I met many bogans, some of which were nice, some of which were even nicer.

But most of all I got to spent some time by myself, sorta like 'Mariah-Time'. You know when Mariah is afraid she's gonna go all wacko, she takes some Mariah-Time, that is, time to herself.

So now I'm back in the chaos of this concrete infested epicenter called my life.

And for the first time in a while it doesnt seem so bad.

...but I still hate trains.

the end.


Blogger izchan said...

I don't think that count as a reason ... more like a side note.

And I know exactly what mariah-time is ... I need one now.

12:43 PM  

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