I'm sorry for the short gap between this post and my last, I had promised at least one update a week, however this has been unable to eventuate as I've been waiting in the same damn centerlink queue since then.
I built myself a small fashionable 3-piece suit out of unemployment forms and now I have nothing to do, so I downloaded an 8 dollar internet pack for my little cellular telephone so that I may update this log whenever I please.
It's a hard life.
I've begun drinking again, there's more alcohol available in a centerlink queue than you would imagine. Despite the fact that I swore I'd never drink again after the little submarine incident, it's hard to stay sober when everything is illuminated by 15 year old fluorescent lightbulbs. So if I don't update this blog for the next 8 weeks, blame it on the Smirnoff Ice.
So, it's around 9 am centerlink time, and it's time for breakfast on this 11.6 degree morning. There's not much to eat around here, I had a few Minties in my pocket (as this certainly appears to be an adequate Minties Moment), however I devoured them within the first few days. So, I mainly eat dust mites that have the lack of good-thought to poke their heads up from the coat belonging to the man standing in front of me. I fashioned a small spear-like object out of more forms (I've become a master at the refined art of origami). This spear glints as I aim it at my tasty opponents, as it's made entirely of golden-rod sheets designed for unemployed rappers, pimps, whores and douchebags.
I will skip the unecessaries as they're rather distasteful, and simply say that breakfast was a wondrously delicious buffet of dustmitey goodness.
Anyway I've gotten tired of predictive text as it's most counter-intuitive, so hopefully this post will be enough to satisfy the rampaging, drunken readers of this blog. If it's not, please send your letters to Bexhill on sea, care of Thomas Grunge. If you're poor with your hands, as I suspect many of you are, too bad. Be satisfied with this post.
