Wednesday, November 27, 2002
OK, OK, So I'm slack and haven't written here for ages. *pouts*
I'm currently annoyed at Telstra, some lady there rang me up, woke me up, and tried to talk me into saying yes to some new fangled 12 month contract that would suit my call usage better, and save money and stuff. All well and good except that I hate my phone with a passion and want to be rid of it as soon as humanly possible... She's ringing me back tomorrow, after I've spoken to my father who's name it's in.
I finally have a bike again, look out Brisbane roads! I'm just unfit as hell and go slowly, not to mention this freebie bike I've got is pretty much a piece of shit.
I had to battle some invading maggots this morning, not fun. Someone (ok, everyone) neglected to empty the bin in the kitchen, and nasties started growing there. I did get a few strange looks from housemates when I started vacuuming at 6am. Everyone should have been up by then anyway! Well, when I was done I sat down and finished off some cold rice I'd had in the fridge. If I think I'm strange, I don't want to know what anyone else thinks.
I'd like to place an official complaint with Sick. Those beavers still haven't arrived yet, I've been waiting rather impatiently for them to arrive, and they're still not here. I won't be left with much time to wreak havoc upon the walls here before I head back to Mackay. Which, now that I mention it, is leaving here Saturday week (the 7th), and getting there Sunday week (the 8th). Somewhere I went on my travels yesterday.
Golf is most definitely not a sport, hell, I'm not even sure it should be classed as a game. Probably closer to a torture inflicted upon those who get addicted to it!
I'm currently annoyed at Telstra, some lady there rang me up, woke me up, and tried to talk me into saying yes to some new fangled 12 month contract that would suit my call usage better, and save money and stuff. All well and good except that I hate my phone with a passion and want to be rid of it as soon as humanly possible... She's ringing me back tomorrow, after I've spoken to my father who's name it's in.
I finally have a bike again, look out Brisbane roads! I'm just unfit as hell and go slowly, not to mention this freebie bike I've got is pretty much a piece of shit.
I had to battle some invading maggots this morning, not fun. Someone (ok, everyone) neglected to empty the bin in the kitchen, and nasties started growing there. I did get a few strange looks from housemates when I started vacuuming at 6am. Everyone should have been up by then anyway! Well, when I was done I sat down and finished off some cold rice I'd had in the fridge. If I think I'm strange, I don't want to know what anyone else thinks.
I'd like to place an official complaint with Sick. Those beavers still haven't arrived yet, I've been waiting rather impatiently for them to arrive, and they're still not here. I won't be left with much time to wreak havoc upon the walls here before I head back to Mackay. Which, now that I mention it, is leaving here Saturday week (the 7th), and getting there Sunday week (the 8th). Somewhere I went on my travels yesterday.
Golf is most definitely not a sport, hell, I'm not even sure it should be classed as a game. Probably closer to a torture inflicted upon those who get addicted to it!
