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hey guys. sorry i've not been blogging lately, and when i have it hasnt been very worthwhile reading.
I'm afraid this post is going to be the same.
First of all, hello to Ben, and I love you so so so much. There, that's to make up for the tiny mention he got before which upset him greatly.
Who hasnt bought their tickets to Missy Higgins and Ben Lee at the Adelaide Uni Lawns yet? You'd better, cos a line up like that will sell out quickly. I got mine the other day, and one for Ember.
And I got my tickets to Garbage, and paid my car rego and bought jeans and massage oil and various other things and now i'm somewhat broke.
Claps though to the stupid girl working at the bowling alley lastnite that gave me $30 back instead of $20. that was very nice of her and it paid for my pancakes later on. It also made up for how rude she was to me on the phone when i called to book the lane earlier that evening, Kirsty pointed out.
Hey, here's Ben online now. Wahahey! I shall chat to him as I post.

So today I went to work and did some picking cos I wont be there tomorrow - I'll be face painting at the Brickworks Market for alot more money and for a shorter time, and my boss is standing in for me at the farm - so now i'm a bit muddy. I should really change, cos my workboots are still on and I cant really feel my toes too well.
Lastnight, as i mentioned already Kirsty and I went bowling. We each won a game. Then we went and looked at the arcade games and found most of them were broken - after making two little men on the ice-hockey table fight with their sticks, we figured that must be why.
Then we went to have pancakes in Adelaide with Carly and ended up at the Duke of York where we spoke to boys about vibrators. True story. When i got home at about 2:30am i had to hang up my new jeans in front of the heater to dry all the spilt drinks etc that they soaked up from the dance floor.
Yeah, 2:30am. Not bad for my 'early night' i was planning. I stood by the window at one stage thinking 'how the fuck did I end up here? I just went out to bowl and come home!'
Carly had fun dancing and Kirsty had fun 'walking' carly around the dance floor by the shoulders and occasionally doing this lunge at us with her head to startle us. Oh, and giving us 'vag faces' by wetting her hands on the rained-on rails outside, rubbing them together and bringing the moisture to body temperature, then rubbing them on our cheeks and faces. It was icky, but funny... well the joy with which she did it was funny, not so much the sensation.
I amused my cynical self by mocking the drunks - and there was no shortage of this indulgence. That and calling people whores.
Speaking of whores, Ben just said that everyone in the talented cast of Equus were all very good. I said i know. But it's nice to be reminded. Most of them will be asked to partake in my 'Fractured Faerietale' in Jan 2007.

I shall only cast people with presence and talent... so of course that means NO HELEN.
It specifically states in the script that she is not to be cast. I have to go by the playwrights stipulations... regardless of whether it's only me or not.
So only my elite little group shall be faeries (even scary ones) and giants and evil queens and pirates! PIRATES DAMMIT! And a the golden egg. No Goose. Just the egg. And it says only "EGG!" And music by ben and I!!!

Okay, I'm getting creative, I think it's time to write.

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