So...

Now those pics down below don't quite fit, but if you click on them individually you will see the expanded versions. I'm so good with technology aren't I.
That's a nice cleavage shot of Jen. And how about that BIZARRE picture of me and Jen and Graeme and Sandra? I've been FUCKED by everyone in that picture hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

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Wildhearts Melbourne

Oh Yeah Right That

Well, it's Sunday in Melbourne and I just spent the day with my FATHER which is indeed a strange occurrence, but was pretty cool actually. We had a bit of a walk around, checked out his new office space and trading room(pretty fucking swish) and talked about business and life and shit. It was weirdly revealing. Turns out we BOTH spent a lot of our lives trying not to be our respective Fathers. How ironic. Dad also filled me in on exactly what he's doing workwise, and the offer is still there for me, though he now understands that I'm a bit reticent when it comes to me and him working together. But who knows? It does sound as if things are finally coming together for him, and I've told him that I'm gonna go ahead and do the Hamilton Island chef thing for now, and in a few months time we'll see where we stand. But there may be a fucking primo job coming up for me... and it would be in New Zealand. Anyway, we'll see. For now, on with the cooking and getting a tan and living healthily.
I have to say this: Melbourne is full of HOT WIMMIN WITH AWESOME HOT ROD TATTOOS. This town is mint, I tell ya.
I could live here quite easily, I mean the cafe culture is fucking awesome and there's great bands and art and HOT WIMMIN WITH AWESOME HOT ROD TATTOOS.

But hey, I guess I have to go off to a luxury resort full of bikini'd vixens first.

Maybe Melbourne later.

Or maybe back to New Zealand later.

Who knows? The world is my Oyster basically. :)

ps Jess get your no-good boyfriend to comment or at least leave a poo stain not that its not WONDERFUL to hear from you after such a long time, just that I miss the way he smells after a summer shower. Not that kind of shower.

Well Well Well...

I've just scored a job as Sous Chef (but it's really head chef) of a restaurant on Hamilton Island, on the Great Barrier Reef. Random drug testing so it looks like a bit of a straighten up and fly right situation for me, which is exactly what I need anyway.
Me and Jen went to Melbourne and saw The Wildhearts and had a great time, and parted as friends. In fact it was probably the best goodbye I could've wished for with the woman I loved so much for the last coupla years. Well, still love. But not in a delusional way. Big difference, seeing as I can move on now and not hold anything against her.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, sometimes things DO work out. It just takes a bit of time and a bit of REALISTIC soul searching.
I'll update when I can, I won't have a computer when I get to the island, but I'll work on getting one. I don't leave for a week or so, and I'll try and post up some pics of the Wildhearts show b4 I go.
Life, Love, and Lanolin.

To Be Strong...

Well it's been awhile hasn't it.
I've been blogging on Myspace for most of the last year, which is why I haven't been here. Unfortunately, (or fortunately) I've had to delete my Myspace account cus well, it seeems I'm upsetting my friends with my "disarming frankness". Fair cop, I suppose.
I'm just trying to keep my head up and be strong.
I sometimes wonder about my sanity lately.
The failures are mounting up, physically I'm a wreck, just been sent to a specialist about my knee.
I'm not doing a lot of drugs or drinking much, just so you know.
I just disgust myself, in that I can't appear to make a success of anything, and anything good that comes along, I blow it in the worst possible way.
So.
What to do.
Just try being stronger, try not being so goddamned fucking weak.
And maybe listen to other people for a change.
I'm a bit down on myself as you can see but by christ I hope this return to Making Enemies Is Good will not be a never-ending litany of self-pity.
I realise the only one who can change things is me. I just need to find some faith in myself, and I'm sure if I try hard enough, it'll come.
So, once again... let's wearily trudge up that fucking hill eh?

DIPSHITTEN

Jennie and I broke up.
I'm quite depressed.
Someone tried to steal my motorbike last night.
I'm moving into a Hotel.

That is all.

Payback Time

HELLO folkses, I realise it's been...6 fucking months *shame* since I made a post, but hey Im very busy these days and I don't actually have a computer anymore ok?
Well the biggest thing for me is that me and Jen are still together, though we broke up for like 3 weeks at one stage which, of course, involved me getting suicidal and using a hypodermic needle for the first time in 2 years or something. Dick. Anyway, it all got sorted out. So me and my girl have been together for a year. I can't fucking believe it. This is like, unprecedented. And I'm really, truly, happy. Weird eh.
I got thrown out of the band. I was drinking too much and missed a vital practice so they told me in the nicest possible way to get fucked, which is understandable. I sold my drum kit and brought a Guitar and amp. And this year I have a mission to get a new band going. And drink less. And not smoke. And exercise. All sorts of stuff. And all things going well, me and Jennie will be visiting Europe together around September.
So because I've been away a while, I'm gonna post some pics of stuff from my phone that I just downloaded. I'm pretty hungover, so tomorrow I'll do a much more dynamic post. :)

Cue throngs of fascinated readers suddenly popping out to get some milk:
*Jen showing off her new Motorhead thong, drink in hand
*My little sis, Gillian dropping me off completely drunk at Christchurch airport after my Grandfathers Funeral
*My dear ol Mum at the funeral
*Jennie looking gorgeous early morning on the beach, both of us on E and crazy in love
*Yep, no shit, there is a building called the World Trade Center in Wellington
*Jen looking gorgeous again at an Italian restaurant
*One of my final pictures of the rat hole I lived in for 6 months this year, they call it apartment living...urgh.
*The smile I would die for




So there. Will write again tomorrow :)

I Love To Roll

So these are the Woodford sisters, l to r Monique, who runs Eyeball Kicks in Cuba St with her partner Calvin, Jennie, who runs Miss Demeanour in Cuba, and Allana who runs Goblin Cafe in the James Smith building.
Jennie and I are er... well, ... I dunno. Seeing each other. I feel strange saying that, it's been a long time since I've had a regular relationship. But it feels pretty good. It feels fucking wonderful, who am I kidding. It's actually been like around 6 months now, on and off. More on now of course that we've sorted some of our shit out.
Anyway.
2007.
I knew it was gonna be a fucking great year.
And yeah, I think I love her.
So there. :)