Yee-Haw!

Hey! Hi there? How are you? How's the kids? Are they doing well? I hear Tom was sick for a few days. Is everything okay now? Well that is good news..

Forgive me Google, for I have sinned. It has been 8 days since my last blogging. I have no excuses other than the sulking emotions of a blogger with no followers. I would like to insert a lovely metaphor about a shepherd without sheep or maybe a chip without seagulls, but I just don't have time to contrive a funny statement. And yes.. I know what you are thinking. A chip WOULD be extremely happy if there were no seagulls but alas, I am no chip.

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin.

After two solid months in Melbourne, I have finally landed a job. A good job. In design and advertising at a prestigious newspaper. How did I do it? Well, it was a mixture of silly drawings on my resume, charming interview skills and a very lucky cross in life events which happened to me, and to my interviewees. So I start that this Monday, which means finally I will have this thing some people get called 'disposable income'. You may have heard of it. It is great I hear. Being an artist/designer, I haven't come across it before so I am quite excited yet scared of what it may bring. It is like getting a hippo for a gift. It's frightening, but all you want to do is jump on it's back and pretend you're someone from Wilbur Smith's River God. That doesn't make any sense... most likely because I only read the first chapter of River God when I was 13 and cried when they killed a hippo. SO uh yeh, that's dandy. I also bought a triforce wallet - it's awesome. It matches the triforce on my car.. and the one I think about tattooing on my shoulder blade. But who am I kidding? Needles? PUH! Needles are just. so. gay.

You may come to realize that my life is quite boring at the moment, but this may be because I have no DI (that's disposable income for all you 'non-with-its'.) But that will soon change and my blog may get better, but I am not promising anything. It will be mostly me rambling about things I dislike. Like people who replace 'my' with 'me'. I was listening to two grown women talk about 'me car got broken into and I had to call me insurance'. Got Damn! It's not even a shortcut, it's just ridik! That's right, ridik. Put that in your acronym and shorten it. BAM!

You know what, ima stop here. It's gone far enough. I must end this transmission before I start to ramble.......