Sigh…

Shit, I just ate a litre of frozen orange juice and a have a gut-ache from hell.  I have a thing for frozen orange juice – just so you know. 

Right, so, been a while.  Not great at the whole ‘blogging on a daily basis’ caper, but hey, I’m new to the game of airing my deepest darkest thoughts and secrets on a public forum, so cut me some slack.  Meanwhile, I adore the fact that I’m asking forgiveness in the assumption that anyone even noticed, let alone cared, whether or not anything new was appearing on my page…ha!

So I’m home, back in the land of Oz, bathing in a sea of Milo, Granitas, Bonds trackies, Mamee Noodles (oddly enough), triple j, Sakata, old friends, and sunshine!  It’s fucking cold outside but the sun is shining, and with conviction!  There’s no denying it’s great to be back – I miss the London gang something shocking but I belong here.  This place smells different, the air feels different – better, basically. 

So tomorrow I head down to Albion Park to pick up the new ve-hicle – and a huge welcome will she recieve upon her arrival in her knew home! Not only does she already have a B-E-A-utiful studded crown keyring to be presented as a welcome gift, but the whole village will possibly turn out to smash a bottle of champagne across her bow.  What a spectacle!  As a tribute to my uncle, and to the memory of the Spirit, whose glorious lines and maroonness shall live forever in our hearts and minds, Queeno Baleno von Blandenburg shall be known simply as ‘the Sovereign’.  Possibly ‘the Sov’ for short.  As a further gift I am looking seriously at some beige sheepskin seat covers – or failing that possibly official Sydney Swans ones???

Books – just finished Slaughterhouse 5 by Vonnegut.  I’d recommend it, a story told all out of order but in a pleasant and non-confusing way.  I love the idea that we have control over time as if it were a movie that we can fast-forward and rewind at will.  Running out of time scares the hell out of me, and in a stupidly counterproductive way the fear makes me want to stop and examine every single moment, so as not to let it disappear without me noticing.  It makes me never want to do anything!  Maybe that’s a good sign – maybe it shows that I’m enjoying life enough to want to hold on to every moment as it goes by.  If that’s the case then bring on the Tralfamadorian concept of time!  That way, I can waste time doing things with gay abandon, and just come back and relive the bits I want to whenever I feel like it!  Good plan!

Next I’m going to attack Kingdom of Fear, Hunter S. Thompson’s autobiography – he’s awesome.  I reckon he’d be up there amongst the most irritating people ever born, especially if you were unfortunate enough to be a friend of his.  But then, it seems his friends were all pains in the arse too – birds of a feather I guess.  What an incredible life though, if only for the benefit of us lot reading about him X number of years down the track…  I think I’d prefer to be interested in my life while living it and be eternally boring to the future of the human race rather than the other way around – although saying that, I plan to be interesting to myself and to the people of the future so ner!

Having a bit of trouble shaking the travel bug – I think it’s because I’m at home.  And I don’t just mean Australia but home home.  Even though I can do anything I want here – no real responsibilities or rules – there is something claustrophobic about living in your Mum’s house.  The Sov will make it easier, and I plan to piss off ASAP and rejoin my life, assuming I still have one…  But never mind, life will trundle forward and something will come of it provided I keep attempting to change it! 

Well then, off to bed, is it?  Night night all!