Things

I always make cups of tea and leave them in odd places. I then discover it cold sometime later. I then try to microwave said cup of tea but then it just tastes like shit so I make a new one, and the cycle continues.

 I have a pal that I live with called Joe. If 'words with friends' was a Uni subject he'd be getting HDs straight up. Unfortunately for him, it isn't.

I was driving back from my hood Port Macquarie yesterday and came across an odd event. Across the highway there was an array of toasters scattered. Stainless steel, white, black, anything you could poke a piece of bread at really.



Over and out chaps.

Skateboards, Sausage dogs & rats.

Rats.

No share house is a share house until its roof is shared with a humble rodent of some description. My dwelling in Byron Bay got the share house stamp of approval when a rat was found floating in the drain pan of the fridge today. Imogen (my house mate) described the smell of onions floating around before named rat was discovered. Fond memories of Ballina St in Lismore were instantly aroused. We fondly called him "Rattis". Who could forget the night he extended his stringy tail down from the gap in the roof to wave 'hello'. Lennox head rat in second year Uni popped its head out of the fireplace to say "hello" on numerous occasions.

 

Sausage dogs. 

Sausage is a word I always spell wrong first (sasauge). Recently I bought a sausage dog and named him "Sizzle". I am going to teach "Sizzle" to skateboard. Watch this space.

Skateboards.

This humble wooden plank with wheels has brought many a good time and many a broken bone to my life thus far. I'm not done yet, still plenty of bones to break and blogs to write.

My first blog is dedicated to my pal Mel. Long live the chubbby fashionista. And shout out to my homedog Roger. May you rest in peace ol dawgy dawg.