Hola!

I'm thinking of blogging a bit more. I know I'm always saying this, but have been mired in a flaccid hell of study/work/drink for the last...oh, 2 years or so, and nothing has happened that is really worth reporting, NOT EVEN ANYTHING IN MY IMAGINATION. However, I think as I rapidly approach middle age (30!!!!!!!!!!!!!) that I really need to get my priorities straight. What's more important than my meaningless rantings of bitter disappointment? NOTHING, dudes, except maybe catching up with the latest on Samantha Brett's Fairfax blog.

(Does she still even do that blog? Does it tell you what impossible depths of abject depravity that I have sunk to that I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF SAMANTHA "CUNTHEELS" BRETT is still doing a blog? )

"THAT'S PRETTY ABJECT, MISTER NORA"

Tell me about it, bitches.

DOES USE OF "BITCHES" MEAN I'M IRRETRIEVABLY DATED?

"Lady, you're more dated than the tubs of low-fat soy yoghurt at the back of your fridge."

Man, I wish I were still up with young people. I went to Meredith last weekend and had almost the most wet/awesome time of my life, despite not taking any illegal drugs (SCREW YOU, DODGY AGING TICKER. Also: hello, alcohol, cigarettes, and neurofen plus!), and although it was good times all round, I was deeply concerned by the fact that there appeared to be young folk all over the shop wearing LEGGINGS as TROUSERS, and acting as though it were COMPLETELY NORMAL and/or 1992. I suspect that when the fashion-wear of my miserable teens becomes the retro-wear of the current generation, it's time I retire my season pass to lolitaville.

I guess my time to be a youthful sensation has passed. Have squandered that opportunity on large quantities of cerveza and a full-time job with about as much dark, pulsing sex appeal as a 15th century eunuch. You just don't hear that many stories about how cocaine use/wife swapping is rife within the civil service, and, though it pains me to admit this, the blame doesn't solely rely on incredibly effective confidentiality protocols.

Aside from the lack of cocaine on the job tho, life is ok. Am still spending significant periods of time hanging out with the pussycats and having hand-to-mortein combat with Monsieur Octavio's more belligerent cousins. Am thinking it's time I put more effort into having adventures/FUCKING UP MY LIFE in order to produce more bloggable material.

Anway. Will report on any developments, toot sweet. Promise.


xoxonora